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What a disappointment. This has none of the charm of the first book. Dirty Streets has an intriguing mystery at its center: the main character ( an angel called Bobby Dollar) is an advocate to the recently dead, arguing for the release of their souls to heaven. When a client's soul goes missing, he gets framed. That was a great premise, and I was happy to spend time with Bobby as he tried to make sense of it all.

In Happy Hour, the plot is that Bobby Dollar is obsessed with getting his demon girlfriend Caz out of hell. Why? Because a) she's beautiful, b) she's beautiful, c) she's beautiful and d) they had great sex. Oh, and he is sorry for her.

In Dirty Streets, Bobby was a great character. A tough guy with a unexpected sensitive and thoughtful side, who never took himself too seriously. He was funny. In Happy Hour, Bobby comes across as a infatuated, self-pitying drunk.

His demonic crush Caz, or the Countess Cazimira of the Cold Hands, seems to have lost most of her personality. In Dirty Streets she was an impressive lady, scary, angry, cold, clever, and infinitely dangerous. In Happy Hour she spends all her time looking sad, or dangling limply from the hand of her captor. Caz from the first book didn't need to wait around for some drunken angel to rescue her.

Most of Happy Hour is about Bobby travelling through hell and encountering various yucky, horrid, stinky, nasty things. Some of this was interesting. The best part is when Bobby gets his brain back for a moment and wonders why hell and heaven work the way they do, or when he tries to make sense of the ideas of punishment, morality, and guilt. For example, he encounters my favourite character in the book, a monster called Riprash. Riprash is convinced that even the damned can still be forgiven and ascend to heaven, and holds little prayer meetings with other damned. That stuff was interesting!

Also, hell was boring. Compared to, for example, Ursula Le Guin's depiction of the afterlife in The Farthest Shore, which was truly frightening, this was just yucky. Williams falls back on old favorite techniques, and hell is pretty much just disgusting combinations of body parts sewn together /insecty thingies / eyeballs in jelly with the occasional "ew, genitals are gross" bits thrown in to spice things up.

There's a glimpse of hope when one of (the many, many, many) torture scenes takes place in what looks like a Holiday Inn conference room. That's more like it! But other than that, its watered down Hieronymus Bosch territory all the way.

Tad Williams is one of my favorite writers, but something went badly wrong here. I won't be reading the third book.


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Happy Hour in Hell Bobby Dollar Tad Williams 9780756408152 Books Reviews

How many people can say they’d be willing to go to hell and back for the person they love? Quite a few, I‘m sure. But how many have ever done that LITERALLY? Say hello to Bobby Dollar. The thing about Bobby is that he’s angel in service to the highest – an Advocate in fact – specially trained and appointed to represent those who have recently departed this life.
The trouble is, Bobby Dollar is a bit of a maverick who never plays by the rules. For one thing, he’s fallen in love. What’s wrong with that, you might think. He’s an angel representing God…and God is love. True…but Bobby's fallen hook line and sinker for someone on the "other side”- someone who is now held captive in a cat-and-mouse game that can only end in disaster.
But since when has disaster – or the threat of thermonuclear repercussions - ever stopped Bobby Dollar. One thing’s for sure…you’ll need asbestos underwear for this adventure that will drag you through the mire as it raises you to new heights.
If you’re looking for great fun in a handy sized angelic tale, look no further.
In a nutshell it's an incredibly interesting description of what Hell might be like. But since Hell is awful, it's not an easy read.
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The bad news I'll try not to spoil, but throughout the book Bobby overcomes unbelievable adversity in pursuit of his love. (Although, to be honest, what we witness feels more like lust.) Then at the end, he suddenly becomes stupid, missing incredibly obvious clues -- some of which won't be evident to him until the next book -- and at one key moment acts like a five-year old indulging in a foolish temper tantrum. All that mind-blowing effort, risk and cleverness and then he abruptly throws it all away.

I get that this is a flawed hero under incredible stress. I just didn't enjoy being frustrated by his flaws at the very end, when it mattered most. Emotionally, it left me feeling flat.
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The good news The most intriguing element is a thread that runs throughout on the inherent unfairness of eternal judgment. FOREVER is a terrifyingly long time to suffer for acts that might have been bad enough to get you damned five hundred years ago but would be hardly noticed in the modern era. Some of the damned were even born there and never judged -- immaculate damnation.

Meanwhile, heaven seems like a sterile land of happy lotus eaters, at least from our flawed narrator's point of view.

Evidently, high level players in heaven -- and possibly in hell, although that is less clear -- are trying to shake things up, which drives the larger story for the series. For that reason, I get why a middle volume on the wretchedness and eternity of hell is essential.
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If you liked the first book, definitely read this one. It's extremely well written, although more along the lines of Otherland than Dirty Streets. Since Otherland is my favorite Tad W series thus far, that is entirely fine with me. I'm assuming the third book will be more uplifting. Maybe even literally for some of the characters.
I've been reading Tad Williams for a lot of years and truly enjoy his style. He can paint a very descriptive picture, as writers need to do, so you REALLY get a feel of where you are, in a sense. Reading this book reminded me of time I spent in India. You may drive for hours and never leave the endless slums and so many people living in those conditions. If you are any kind of human at all, it wears at you, emotionally draining. Reading this book and Tad's, oh so descriptive details of Hell, I found myself putting it down for a while and taking a break. Don't get me wrong, this was an amazing read but be forewarned, you are going to Hell.
What a disappointment. This has none of the charm of the first book. Dirty Streets has an intriguing mystery at its center the main character ( an angel called Bobby Dollar) is an advocate to the recently dead, arguing for the release of their souls to heaven. When a client's soul goes missing, he gets framed. That was a great premise, and I was happy to spend time with Bobby as he tried to make sense of it all.

In Happy Hour, the plot is that Bobby Dollar is obsessed with getting his demon girlfriend Caz out of hell. Why? Because a) she's beautiful, b) she's beautiful, c) she's beautiful and d) they had great sex. Oh, and he is sorry for her.

In Dirty Streets, Bobby was a great character. A tough guy with a unexpected sensitive and thoughtful side, who never took himself too seriously. He was funny. In Happy Hour, Bobby comes across as a infatuated, self-pitying drunk.

His demonic crush Caz, or the Countess Cazimira of the Cold Hands, seems to have lost most of her personality. In Dirty Streets she was an impressive lady, scary, angry, cold, clever, and infinitely dangerous. In Happy Hour she spends all her time looking sad, or dangling limply from the hand of her captor. Caz from the first book didn't need to wait around for some drunken angel to rescue her.

Most of Happy Hour is about Bobby travelling through hell and encountering various yucky, horrid, stinky, nasty things. Some of this was interesting. The best part is when Bobby gets his brain back for a moment and wonders why hell and heaven work the way they do, or when he tries to make sense of the ideas of punishment, morality, and guilt. For example, he encounters my favourite character in the book, a monster called Riprash. Riprash is convinced that even the damned can still be forgiven and ascend to heaven, and holds little prayer meetings with other damned. That stuff was interesting!

Also, hell was boring. Compared to, for example, Ursula Le Guin's depiction of the afterlife in The Farthest Shore, which was truly frightening, this was just yucky. Williams falls back on old favorite techniques, and hell is pretty much just disgusting combinations of body parts sewn together /insecty thingies / eyeballs in jelly with the occasional "ew, genitals are gross" bits thrown in to spice things up.

There's a glimpse of hope when one of (the many, many, many) torture scenes takes place in what looks like a Holiday Inn conference room. That's more like it! But other than that, its watered down Hieronymus Bosch territory all the way.

Tad Williams is one of my favorite writers, but something went badly wrong here. I won't be reading the third book.