Author: Christopher Moore
Summary: A man of infinite jest, Pocket has been Lear’s cherished fool for years, from the time the king’s grown daughters—selfish, scheming Goneril, sadistic (but erotic-fantasy-grade-hot) Regan, and sweet, loyal Cordelia—were mere girls. So naturally Pocket is at his brainless, elderly liege’s side when Lear—at the insidious urging of Edmund, the bastard (in every way imaginable) son of the Earl of Gloucester—demands that his kids swear their undying love and devotion before a collection of assembled guests. Of course Goneril and Regan are only too happy to brownnose Dad. But Cordelia believes that her father’s request is kind of . . . well . . . stupid, and her blunt honesty ends up costing her her rightful share of the kingdom and earns her a banishment to boot.
Well, now the bangers and mash have really hit the fan. The whole damn country’s about to go to hell in a handbasket because of a stubborn old fart’s wounded pride. And the only person who can possibly make things right . . . is Pocket, a small and slight clown with a biting sense of humor. He’s already managed to sidestep catastrophe (and the vengeful blades of many an offended nobleman) on numerous occasions, using his razor-sharp mind, rapier wit . . . and the equally well-honed daggers he keeps conveniently hidden behind his back. Now he’s going to have to do some very fancy maneuvering—cast some spells, incite a few assassinations, start a war or two (the usual stuff)—to get Cordelia back into Daddy Lear’s good graces, to derail the fiendish power plays of Cordelia’s twisted sisters, to rescue his gigantic, gigantically dim, and always randy friend and apprentice fool, Drool, from repeated beatings . . . and to shag every lusciously shaggable wench who’s amenable to shagging along the way.
Pocket may be a fool . . . but he’s definitely not an idiot.
Pub. Date: February, 2009
This is a bawdy tale. Herein you will find gratuitous shagging, murder, spanking, maiming, treason, and heretofore unexplored heights of vulgarity and profanity, as well as nontraditional grammar, split infinitives, and the odd wank . . . If that’s the sort of thing you think you might enjoy, then you have happened upon the perfect story!
The world is a better place for having Christopher Moore in it. I could end this review with that one lone sentence and it would sum up my feelings perfectly.
Unfortunately – and I hate myself for this! – I wasn’t able to finish Fool before it was due back at the library. A nasty cold found me earlier this week and I wasn’t able to do much of anything. However, as I’ve mentioned before I work at a bookstore and one of our perks is being able to borrow anything from the store. :) So I have no doubts I’ll be finishing this one shortly.
Christopher Moore definitely is not an author for everyone. His humor is pretty off-the-wall and is something a person will either adore or absolutely detest. Fortunately I’m in the “OMG I LUV U” group. I first fell in love with him through Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal (♥ I have the leather-bound cover and it’s so, so gorgeous!!) and have been on a quest to gobble up everything else he’s released.
Fool is a retelling of King Lear, one of the many Shakespeare plays I have never read. I don’t feel that hinders my understanding – or enjoyment – of the novel in any way, however.
I only managed to get halfway through the novel, but there were so many passages and lines that made me snort and laugh to the point of crying.
Despite not being able to finish, I thoroughly enjoyed what I did read. That said, if someone is reading Moore for the first time, I’d definitely recommend Lamb instead.