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riverwise's review against another edition
5.0
Gripping and hilarious, this tale of a road trip gone horribly awry is one of the best books I've read this year. There is plenty of incident, from bad peyote trips to biker showdowns to a diner that may be run by cannibals, but there is also plenty of subtext to chew on, as a journey through America becomes a journey into the narrator's psyche. Jung's take on synchronicity is explicitly mentioned a few times, and his idea of the amina is at the heart of the book. And if that sounds heavy, don't worry, you're never far away from another tragicomically bad decision by our hero, usually while deep under the influence.
And Mr Keevil appears to know his Richmond Fontaine records, which is another plus as if one were needed.
And Mr Keevil appears to know his Richmond Fontaine records, which is another plus as if one were needed.
stephaniekhani's review against another edition
4.0
Review originally posted on my blog: http://stephinlondon.com/2013/07/22/book-review-the-drive-by-tyler-keevil/
From page one of Tyler Keevil’s The Drive, I was hooked. You know you’re in for a rollicking ride when Trevor, your narrator, turns up at a car rental agency with beers for the road (two of which he’s had on the way over) and a blacker than coal outlook on life. I found myself laughing through this entire book, all the while cringing at all of Trevor’s mishaps and scrapes.
The Drive spares you nothing… you get the sick, the grit, the unseemly smells of life on the road… and you get them in spades. On more than one occasion I found my stomach turning and curdling with the thought of another drunken episode. Trevor’s journey is enough to make you want to go sober as a priest.
From peyote laced buns, a flashing visor, a beat up cat, cannibal restaurant staff, a man-tiger, a biker gang leader with a grudge, the obligatory hitchhiker and two friendly lesbians, The Drive pretty much has it all. If you’re up for a coming-of-age-finding-yourself tale with a heavy dose of booze, weed, endless stretches of road and a smidge of magic, give The Drive a read. I thought it was better than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and that’s saying something!
From page one of Tyler Keevil’s The Drive, I was hooked. You know you’re in for a rollicking ride when Trevor, your narrator, turns up at a car rental agency with beers for the road (two of which he’s had on the way over) and a blacker than coal outlook on life. I found myself laughing through this entire book, all the while cringing at all of Trevor’s mishaps and scrapes.
The Drive spares you nothing… you get the sick, the grit, the unseemly smells of life on the road… and you get them in spades. On more than one occasion I found my stomach turning and curdling with the thought of another drunken episode. Trevor’s journey is enough to make you want to go sober as a priest.
From peyote laced buns, a flashing visor, a beat up cat, cannibal restaurant staff, a man-tiger, a biker gang leader with a grudge, the obligatory hitchhiker and two friendly lesbians, The Drive pretty much has it all. If you’re up for a coming-of-age-finding-yourself tale with a heavy dose of booze, weed, endless stretches of road and a smidge of magic, give The Drive a read. I thought it was better than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and that’s saying something!
vivekp's review
5.0
Superb! One of the most enjoyable and refreshing books I have read. It is honest, entertaining, subtly deep without preaching, and maintains a good pace throughout. Excellent to the end.
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