Luke Goebel’s novel “Kill Dick” is both playful and grotesque.
The story revolves around a series of brutal murders in Los Angeles motel rooms, the bodies desecrated, with nipples glued to eyelids, blood soaked into mattresses. In one case the victim’s head is missing.
It’s so traumatic that our narrator – 19-year-old college dropout Susie Vogelman, who’s caught up in the carnage – can’t tell it in a straightforward manner.
Much of the novel is written in the third person, but only after Susie introduces herself and identifies what you’re reading as a “novelization” of what happened in her life during the period of “the killings,” when she was mostly stoned out of her gourd.