I’ve been tweeting about this book while I read it and people are tremendously entertained by the title. Well, I’ve got to say that the story lives up to its giggle-inducing moniker.
Foster James – a literary reprobate – wakes up in a strange country house, he presumes he’s been on yet another bender which has resulted in admission to rehab, a cycle he’s become awfully familiar with. However, when Ernest Hemingway punches him in the face, Foster soon realises that this is not your typical institution.
Holed up with a host of famous writers, Foster has to work out what’s actually led him to this unusual place but, of course, his investigation don’t run smoothly thanks to the other writers, especially Dorothy Parker who certainly catches Foster’s attention.
Dead Writers in Rehab is like a light-hearted One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest if the patients were authors. It’s a brilliant concept with plenty of laugh out loud moments. It’s totally unique while managing to be intelligent and funny at the same time – there aren’t many books on the shelf that can boast that.
Easy to read and full of laughs, I highly recommend this novel.