For readers of Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and P.G. Wodehouse, and fans of The Good Place – a tongue in cheek fantasy that imagines Isaac Newton in the afterlife.
Where do you go after you die? Detroit.
“Finally, a hitchhiker's guide to the hereafter.” — Corey Redekop, author of Husk
Something’s rotten in the afterlife. At least that’s how it seems to Rhinnick Feynman, the one man who perceives that someone in the afterlife is tugging at history’s threads and retroactively unraveling the past. Doing his best to navigate a netherworld in which history won’t stop changing for the worse, Rhinnick sets off on a quest to put things right.
This would be a good deal easier if Rhinnick didn’t believe he was a character in a novel and that the Author was changing the past through editorial revision. And it’d be better if Rhinnick didn’t find himself facing off against Isaac Newton, Jack the Ripper, Ancient Egyptians, a pack of frenzied Napoleons, and the prophet Norm Stradamus. Come to think of it, it’d be nice if Rhinnick could manage to steer clear of the afterlife’s mental health establishment and a bevy of unexpected fiancées.
Undeterred by these terrors, Rhinnick recognizes himself as The Man the Hour Produced, and the only one equipped to outwit the forces of science and mental health.
Graham returns to the world of Beforelife for another comic adventure, this time turning the focus onto chatty, well-meaning, and self-absorbed Rhinnick Feynman. Rhinnick has been hired by the mayor of the Afterlife, an alternate version of Detroit, to investigate Isaac Newton, whom the mayor believes to be up to something nefarious. The job quickly snowballs into a mayhem-filled mission to stop Newton from altering history forever. Complicating matters is Rhinnick's belief that he is a character in a book, at the mercy of a mysterious Author's whims. The screwball plot sees Rhinnick searching for Zeus, convincing a psychiatrist at the Detroit Mercy Hospice to release the patients, and desperately trying to avoid getting married. It's jumbled, brisk, and not particularly concerned with making sense. Rhinnick himself is a comic figure in the vein of P.G. Wodehouse's Bertie Wooster, and the story relies on his charm to succeed. Some readers may be frustrated by the convoluted action, but fans of wacky doings and zippy dialogue are sure to be entertained.