Wild Ride is the most successful of the Jennifer Crusie/Bob Mayer collaborations to date: fast, fun, and deliciously weird. Admittedly, we still prefer Crusie's solo work, but how could anyone hate on a book that features a murderous troop of demon-infested It's A Small World-style mannequins?

As with their previous collaborations, Wild Ride is told from two perspectives—one from each author. Crusie's heroine is Mary Alice ("Mab") Brannigan, an antisocial, workaholic painter who specializes in restoring carnival art. Mayer's contribution is Ethan Wayne, a former Green Beret with a too-dangerous-to-remove bullet inching ever closer to his heart. Mab just wants to do her work in peace, and Ethan just wants to drink himself into a stupor, but when they discover the faded Ohio amusement park they're both working on is actually a holding tank for five powerful demons, their personal problems have to take a back seat to the monsters roaming the park.

Wild Ride is closer to Crusie's style than Mayer's, although it has fewer romantic elements than straight comedy ones. (In an unusual move, Mab and Ethan are not romantic partners, and hardly interact in the first half of the novel.) Mab's storyline—which includes, but is not limited to, possessed clown statues, half-demon babies, several crazy mothers, and considerable personal growth—is so gleefully over-the-top that Ethan's pales in comparison. His early sections dragged, and his love interest was a total snooze (at least until she acquired a possessed stuffed animal), but by the second half of the novel I was almost as invested in his storyline as I was in Mab's... but not quite.

However, both storylines are really just window dressing for the true joy of this novel: its setting. We have no idea why there aren't more novels set in amusement parks, but there definitely should be. Mayer and Crusie invoke all of the color, noise, and inherent creepiness of these classic pieces of Americana, and it makes their already-enjoyable romantic comedy infinitely more memorable.

And when you add in those creepy Small World dolls? That's pure gold, people. Pure gold.

[Review based on publisher-provided copy.]

Labels: Bob Mayer, Book Reviews, collaborations, Jennifer Crusie

Contrary to what you might be thinking, we actually do have a reason to be posting this They Might Be Giants video--it's the theme song for the upcoming Jennifer Crusie collaboration Dogs and Goddesses.

Like The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes, Dogs and Goddesses will be co-written by three authors: Crusie, Anne Stuart, and Lani Diane Rich. (And no, Stuart and Crusie didn't kick previous co-writer Eileen Stuart to the curb; she just had other commitments.) Here's the book's description from their blog:

"Once upon a time, three writers decided to do a novel about three ordinary women who meet at a dog obedience class and discover they’re descended from ancient Mesopotamian priestesses and are, in fact, the embodiment of Lust, Chaos, and Ecstasy. Oh, and their ancestors served the ancient Mesopotamian Goddess of Life, Kammani Gula, whose sacred animal was the dog. And she’s just risen to save the world. In southern Ohio."

They're moving right along on this one--the first draft is already written, revised, and in the hands of their betas. I'd heave a sigh over the news that Crusie is writing another collaborative novel, instead of focusing on her infinitely superior solo work, but that just seems to encourage her, so I'm going to resist. You hear me, Crusie? I give up.

Labels: collaborations, Jennifer Crusie