Is there anything you hold sacred – life, love, family, a good bologna sandwich? If so, you may not want to read Blood Shot, because it treats everything in life with a merciless irreverence. Well, everything that is except…basketball.
In a word, I found Blood Shot to be hilarious. Its humorous exaggerations, most of which were quite politically incorrect, centered on the lack of worldliness of an elite professional basketball player turned private detective named Kable Anderken. Who else other than the coddled pro wouldn’t understand the purpose of public transportation? Who else would carry several thousand dollars in his socks just in case he needed to bribe a government official? Who else would repeatedly drop his wallet and passport on the floor because he was jumping up and down, yelling about a game on TV…and not consider it a problem? There was hardly a situation that Anderken assessed correctly, because he had never had to worry about pedestrian concerns such as money or career or other people or…well, just about anything else, including staying straight.
There is also murder mystery in the book, with some strangely odd twists and lots of action that result in an array of injuries to Anderken and an ever-rising body count. And, as you might guess from the tongue-in-cheek nature of this work, Anderken has some success solving the mystery despite his complete lack of aptitude, skill, and knowledge. How much success? Well, that would be a spoiler, right?