(You can see the complete review at: http://viking2917.blogspot.com/2008/05/gargoyle-by-andrew-davidson.html)
The Gargoyle, by Andrew Davidson, created a minor sensation in the literary world when it went out for bid in 2007. Reportedly, early bids of $1 million were declined. Doubleday eventually came out the winner. Responding to a banner ad from Publisher's Lunch, I was fortunate enough to receive an Advance Readers Copy, prior to the book's August 5, 2008 release.
The narrator of The Gargoyle (it seems that he's consciously never named by the author) had a troubled childhood, and has grown into full-bore bad guy: Pornographer, Drug Addict, and, as the story opens, a Very Impaired Driver on a mountain road. Mysteriously, a volley of burning arrows flies across the road and in front of the car (are they real? hallucinated? Flying through a warp in the space-time continuum?). One too many over-reactions on the Narrator’s part, and he and his car are plunging down the mountainside, toward a crash and an inferno.
By the top of page 3, the narrator is on fire.
The opening of the Gargoyle is like a stiff Scotch, accidentally swallowed down the wrong pipe. It burns going down (you'll pardon the metaphor), with fumes all up your nose, and you’ll want to take a deep breath. And like a great scotch, once the first drink settles, you'll want more: (the rest of the review is at: http://viking2917.blogspot.com/2008/05/gargoyle-by-andrew-davidson.html)