Wrapped Up In Nothing – Oli Jacobs

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*I received a free copy of this book, with thanks to the author.  The decision to review and my opinions are my own.*

 

Blurb:   “I woke up in Hell…”

51ISGH9th7L__SX329_BO1,204,203,200_And so begins the saga of Mr Blank. Left mutilated in the desert with no idea who he is, and no way of finding out, all Blank has is a cheap mobile phone to help him communicate, and a wallet full of cash. Luckily, he isn’t the kind to just lay down and die, and so makes his way to the nearby town of Rattlers Creek, where he is prepared to ask the many questions that litter his head.

And if nobody wants to answer them? Well, Blank finds he has a certain talent for getting people to talk to him…

The first in the Mr Blank series, Wrapped Up In Nothing is a crime thriller from the twisted mind that brought you the horror of The Station 17 Chronicles, and the humour of Kirk Sandblaster.

 

Wrapped Up In Nothing is dark and gory, yet strangely upbeat with it.

Our protagonist wakes up in the desert horribly mutilated with no idea of who or where he is, but takes the whole thing rather well and ambles off nonchalantly in search of answers.  Well…more shambles than ambles; whoever worked him over really has done a number on him and he appears to pretty much be held together by bandages and cigarette smoke as the story progresses.

Even more surprising than his reasonable equanimity about his horrific injuries are the reactions of others to him.  After an initial mild surprise and a bit of impolite goggling most of the citizens he encounters seem to accept his condition with as little shock and horror as he does (maybe his relaxed attitude is contagious, but more likely they know more than he, or we, do!).

Do not expect all the answers from this story, as it is the shock-opener for what is obviously a ‘Mr Blank’ series, in which his background and identity will be explored in more detail.  In this first installment, answers are vague and shady, but I can tell you that Mr Blank begins to get miffed.  And he is most definitely not repressed when it comes to expressing his more violent emotions: expect blood, bones and tongue nubs, dicks, sex and swearing.

I have read a few different Oli Jacobs’ books now and whilst they are all very different, the unifying theme is a love of genre-bending and blending, and a dark, sardonic humour that pokes fun at the horrors and strangeness of life.  If you’re looking for something a bit different, and like gangster-noir, then this will be up your deserted desert highway.

 

   Kneeling there, on the ground, suddenly the whole picture came to light and exposed itself to me.
Trust me, it weren’t no Rembrandt.
My hands were taped, covered in dirty bandages.  But that weren’t the queer thing.  That, was the fact that those bandages suggested that my fingertips were missing, save for the thumb on my right hand.  Gotta give a guy something, I guess.  Bandages didn’t stop there either.  they stretched all the way up the black suit I was wearing, up my arm and around my chest and up my throat.
Then all wrapped nicely round my face.  Top to bottom.  All that was left were two peeky holes for my eyes and my tongueless mouth.
A mouth that was also missing a few select teeth as well, for good measure.
It was then that I started to get the feeling, that today was my lucky day.

– Oli Jacobs, Wrapped Up In Nothing

 

FB_IMG_1518730681716.jpgFind more from Oli Jacobs at his website here, or follow him on Facebook or Twitter.

Wrapped Up In Nothing is available on Amazon right now!

For my review of Oli Jacob’s The Lament of the Silver Badger check here or for The Space Adventures of Kirk Sandblaster have a look here.

 

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