Have you ever picked up a book solely because of its title? I couldn’t resist Julian Herbert’s Bring Me The Head of Quentin Tarantino. It was a crazy, violent and unbelievable ride. Just like its title, the stories felt like something out of a Quentin Tarantino film: insane, unexpected, violent and creative. It had the musical references and a touch of Western just like Tarantino’s trademark appeal.
Here we meet a lot of unconventional characters: a vengeful personal memoirs coach, a junkie journalist turn Westerns’ author impersonator, a Quentin Tarantino drug lord, and corrupt members of the police. Quirky characters, parodie and creative plot lines make this a very fun short story collection. I am now intrigued and look forward to reading Herbert’s previous works.