June 27th – July 3rd
This is the second novel that I’ve read by Grady Hendrix, the first being his super weird, super awesome, super eighties novel My Best Friend’s Exorcism. I read that one last year after seeing it recommended in my local bookstore and immediately after, I knew I’d read whatever Hendrix wrote. So here’s this book, in all it’s weird, amazing metal glory.
I’ve been on a symphonic/viking metal kick lately, (which is probably one of the weirdest sentences I’ve written on this blog) so now seemed like the perfect time to pick up We Sold Our Souls. The story goes like this: Kris’s band Dürt Würk almost was famous. They came very close to their big break, and then everything fell apart (or so we’re led to believe). Now Kris is working miserably at a Best Western and hasn’t played a note on her guitar in six years. She’s in her fifties, and she’ll never have her chance at glory.
When her former bandmate Terry Hunt’s band Koffin (a hugely famous metal band) announces a farewell tour, Kris goes a little nuts and goes to visit her former bandmates. We learn about Dürt Würk’s album, the one they almost made, as well as what happened when they were all offered contracts to be a part of Koffin.
But this is where Hendrix’s books have a tendency to go off the rails, in the best possible way. There are UPS men who act as covert assassins, coverups, conspiracies, prophecies, and a lot of metal references. The mystery and suspense is one of the best parts, so I really don’t want to give too much away.
I loved this book a lot. Kris was a fun character, and was probably the oldest female character I’ve read from the perspective of. I loved the interplay between her and Melanie, whose dream is just to start over. I liked the supernatural aspect of it, and the lyrics from Dürt Würk’s never published album being interspersed to tell Kris where to go and what to do.
It was a super enjoyable read, and I’ll keep reading everything Hendrix writes.