Gave The Expendable One a read the other day. This is a story about a man who cannot be killed. It’s a pretty simple concept, and the execution of that concept is also pretty simple. You know what this is like. Regular guy finds himself in an incredible situation or gains unusual abilities, enlists his best buddy to help him, stumbles around until he saves the day, and there’s probably a girl involved. It’s irreverent, edgy, a little violent. Think Shaun of the Dead and the other things you’ve seen like that.
Now, it might sound as though I didn’t like this book, but the thing about Shaun of the Dead, for instance, is that it’s a lot of fun. And so is The Expendable One. The writing is humorous, and well, a guy whose sole power is an infinite tolerance for a beating makes for an amusing hero. I’d recommend this for, say, Chew fans.
I do have to say, though, I wasn’t thrilled with the way female characters were presented in this book. It was gratuitous, by which I mean it had nothing to do with character but instead titillating readers. Those scenes felt as though they were written by 12-year-old boys for 12-year-old boys, which is not my thing.