Lee Langley

Murder, suicide and apocalypse: Here Goes Nothing, by Steve Toltz, reviewed

The dead are swamping the Afterworld following a pandemic on Earth, and the authorities are using barbed wire and camps to keep them out

Steve Toltz. [Nigel Buck] 
issue 30 April 2022

Angus Mooney is dead. Freshly murdered, he’s appalled to find himself in an Afterworld, having always rejected the possibility of life after death. Moreover, he can observe his murderer getting on increasingly well with his innocent widow.

Mooney’s Afterworld is a deeply unsatisfactory mixture of computerised bureaucracy and urban chaos. In a landscape undreamed of by Dante, his guide is no cicerone but a woman with a welcoming bed and good contacts in Management, who knows her way around the local drinking spots.

The Australian novelist Steve Toltz specialises in the blackest of comedy. His first novel, A Fraction of the Whole, was shortlisted for the Booker in 2008. Here Goes Nothing, his third, plays with murder, suicide and apocalypse. Laughter in the dark.

He gives us an unlikely trio of protagonists. Apart from Mooney, a petty criminal with occasional GBH in his past, there is Gracie, his adored wife, a wedding celebrant with a scruffy blonde topknot who specialises in gleefully obscene sermons, and Owen, the balding sixty something with a terminal diagnosis who knocks at their door, offering all his worldly goods if he can die in the house where he was born.

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