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If anyone knows the ins and outs of TV production and networks, it's Ken Levine. And a quick look at his blog shows that if anyone can talk about the subject with panache, understanding, and levity, it's definitely Ken Levine.
Charles Muncie is a network president in trouble – he really only has one hit show (and the way he got that show is both utterly ridiculous and probably closer to reality than it should be), and if he doesn't hang on to it – he won't last though the next commercial break. So, Muncie becomes a lap dog to the star – a comedian that America thinks is a great guy, but is actually a complete tool. Muncie finds himself doing all sorts of things for the star – filling sandbags before dawn, and arranging a murder. Things go from bad to worse, and even worse from there.
The characters are more types than people – which is pretty much par for the course for a satire, particularly one as one as broad as this. Although, Muncie seems a bit too moral for a typical Hollywood executive, so maybe there's more characterization than I want to give Levine credit for.
The book is full of nods, allusions and references to movies and television shows and personalities – both real and fictional (a David Caruso sitcom?). This is Levine's meat and potatoes. This is what takes the book from a pretty straight-forward (yet hapless) murder for hire plot and turns it into something worth reading. Muncie's internal monologue is the best part of this – he free associates his way from dealing with his real problems, to memories of his childhood (and the TV he watched), to potential new shows, and observations on Hollywood and all points in between. As his life spirals further and further out of control, these associations become longer, stranger and funnier.
A fun, quick, read with just enough excitement to keep the plot moving and enough laughs that you wish it wouldn't end.
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Note: I was provided a copy of this book by the author in exchange for a review.