Jeff Povey's THE SERIAL KILLERS CLUB has quickly become my favorite book of the last six months, easily... Deftly straddling both the thriller and the satire genres, SKC concerns a lonely guy who assumes the identity of a serial killer who very nearly took his life, had our hero not killed him in self defense. Lured by a mysterious ad for a top-secret social organization of serial killers, our narrator annoints himself "Douglas Fairbanks, Jr." and insinuates himself amongst his not-quite-peers (each nicknamed after a famous celebrity)... Soon enough, he finds himself thriving on the twisted sense of community the group offers him, but not before FBI agent Wade shows up, who may or may not have proof that our hero did, indeed, kill his attacker and got away with it. (Think "Desperately Seeking Susan" meets "The Silence of the Lambs"). Now, "Dougie" must bump off his "fellow" serial killers, or find his own future in jeopardy. But as he finds himself falling for "Betty Grable", he wonders if Detective Wade is really who he claims to be, and just what Wade's motivations truly are.
There are moments in THE SERIAL KILLER'S CLUB that are laugh out loud funny, thanks to the unique voice Povey gave "Dougie", and the sheer absurdity of Burt Lancaster and Cher comparing notes on their hideous deeds, and a "Carole Lombard" who will not let his gender be defined by his chosen screenstar nickname...
SKC is both gruesome and hysterical, and (much like the series of DEXTER novels) manages to fill its own niche in popular fiction. A DEFINITE "Fred's Pick"!!
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