Why have certain denizens of Hell taken to throwing farm animals through innocent folks’ kitchen windows? How long does it take a dead, desiccated gas attendant to walk out to his pumps? What sort of relationship do the Lord of the Underworld and Hell’s Head Torturer have besides the obvious professional one? What kind of air conditioning units do they use down there? Do they listen to Cyndi Lauper? What is Hell’s official currency, and by what criteria did The Big Red Fella choose it? Can pigs eat cereal with a spoon? What nameless beast dwells in the flame pit near the hole to Upside? What is Upside, for that matter, and why should you care anyway?
Within the pages of this book, you will find the answers to these pressing questions, as well as answers to other, significantly less pressing, questions. . . .
“A completely unique take on life in hell. Snappy dialog and a bizarre backdrop set this adventure tale apart from the pack.”
—Christopher Moore, author of Practical Demonkeeping and Secondhand Souls
“The Distance Travelled is a raucous blood-and-guts pulper, complete with hardboiled mugs like PigBoy, Tom China, and Portnoy Spavin. By setting his hero’s mysterious quest in Hell itself, Brett Alexander Savory has started a whole new genre: Actual Underworld Noir.” —Stewart O’Nan, author of Snow Angels and A Prayer for the Dying
“If you gave me 10 words to describe Brett Savory’s writing style, I’d only need 5: Like A House On Fire. Saddle up with Stu, PigBoy, Gus, Apple, and an 11-foot HellRat named Tom China for a rockin’, rollin’ and—lord forgive me—HELLacious road trip through the underworld. It’s a wild and wonderful ride.”
—Craig Davidson, author of Rust and Bone and Cataract City
“I loved it. Stylish, fun, and neatly turned. Distinctive and bizarre—and I mean that in a good way—this is a fine ride through some very unusual territories.”
—Michael Marshall Smith, author of Spares and Only Forward
“. . . calling The Distance Travelled a horror novel would be misleading. Sure, there’s gore, monsters, and satanic forces, but at no point does the book really conjure fear . . . which might be the point. Describing it as a kind of hellbilly road comedy may be more accurate. The book is humorous, no question. It’s also bittersweet. And it works. Savory’s prose is tight and unpretentious. More importantly, you find yourself rooting for his gang of pig-dodging anti-heroes throughout their quest, making this novel a joy to read.”
—Rue Morgue Magazine
“Savory layers in enough extra mystery and weirdness to keep this from being a simple exercise in meeting eccentric characters and collecting plot coupons. Who is that mysterious man with the umbrella, wandering around beneath the one and only cloud in Hell? Is the Big Red Fella even alive anymore, or is Hell running on bureaucracy and routine? What’s up with all those people who claim they’ve seen God? There are good answers to these questions, and the end of the novel is quite satisfying, when it turns out Stu really does have a hope in Hell.”