my name is russell fink, by michael snyder.
this was one of the many books i get sent in hopes that i’ll read and review them on my blog. i love that, but can’t get to many of them (many are on my “to read” pile in the hope that i will, eventually, get to them!). but this one, from my own parent company, zondervan, caught my eye as a potentially unique book of christian fiction. and i was right in that — it is not like most (or any?) christian fiction. which is probably a major reason i loved it.
russell fink is a slacker, to put it bluntly. really, just a loser with a loser job, and a horrible fiance, and a closeted alcoholic mother, and a disgraced faith healer father, and… the list goes on. oh, and an old dog russell likes to get drunk on whiskey-soaked doggie biscuits and who, russell is convinced, is somewhat prophetic or clairvoiant when doggie-drunk. yeah. did i say it’s christian fiction?
oh, and the story has a doggie murder mystery in it. and a roomate who’s engaged to an astronaut.
ok, i’ll stop with the details, because i might scare you off. michael snyder (the author) is one of those writers who makes me jealous. while truly enjoying the story, i was regularly distracted with the thought, “oh, man, that was a great sentence — i wish i could write a sentence like that.” and, of course, there are some wonderful and noble themes, some coming-of-age stuff, some coming to terms with one’s own parents and past stuff, some relational stuff, and — mostly — some “what to do with a god who just doesn’t make sense to me” stuff. not a bunch of pretty and easy resolve, as you might expect from christian fiction. more great questions than great answers.