So enough candy already. Savage Season, combined with the Gilstrap books reviewed here in on Oct. 12, 2011, have left me with a tummy ache akin to a surfeit of holiday sweets. Joe Lansdale’s cast of blatantly odd characters, a collection akin to an artless Fellini imitation, consists of a white heterosexual guy and his black homosexual war buddy (ex-soldiers now), a group of middle-aged SDS types who are old enough to know better, and a pursuit of some hidden long ago bank robbery money.
Lots of people get beat up and/or killed, and no one gets rich. All goes to show you.