Wow. Just… Wow. This is easily making my Best of 2015 list.
Revolver, by Michael Patrick Hicks, is reminiscent of Alan Moore’s V for Vendetta, Stephen King/Richard Bachman’s The Running Man, and George Orwell’s 1984. Yes, you read that correctly. I consider Revolver on par with all three of those classics. This novella packs one helluva punch. I’m floored, folks.
The piece is multi-layered and utterly thought provoking, but the writing is really the prize-winning pony here. Hicks writes with the confidence and prose of a seasoned professional. I don’t know how long he’s been writing, but I’m damn impressed. There are writers who’ve been putting words to paper for decades who don’t write this well.
Michael, brother, I’m sorry it took me so long to try your work. Consider me a fan. Holy shit, dude, I’m kinda jealous.
And yes, I know Michael. We run in the same circles. He did not ask me to read or review this. I liked the cover, so I bought the book. No offense to Michael, but I honestly didn’t expect to like this story as much as I did. What can I say, I’ve been burned far too often with indies and small press books to expect anything more than mediocrity. If you think my knowing the author has swayed my opinion of this story, you can get bent. It really is terrific. If it sucked, I’d tell you. If you don’t read it, you’d be doing yourself a disservice.
In summation: This was righteous. I dug it immensely. Five stars, and highly recommended. I will be buying more books from this dude.
Final Judgment: Revolver aims at the world we live in and blows its head off.