Very strange tale of fat people's purgatory - Daniel's mind is truly warped! ( )

A Pinkwater novel for adults is much like a Pinkwater novel for kids: an almost-random flow of very odd, usually funny, situations involving sketchily but sympathetically portrayed characters. This one begins in the Afterlife - or more accurately, an afterlife that seems designed just for very fat people. Milton, the POV character, is aware that he is dead, due to circumstances eventually explained but never detailed, beyond that the dim memory makes him queasy. One plot line follows Milton's post-death adventures. Another follows his pre-death activities as a not very diligent editor for a publisher of low grade mass market books. Another follows Milo, who works at a hot dog restaurant, apparently in Chicago, though atmosphere is much more Jewish, and erstwhile author. Many other characters get POV chapters. What connects everyone and everything is being fat. A few characters, like a therapist who sees his patients in restaurants and eats constantly, embrace their fatness. Others embrace instead various fraudulent fat-shaming cults. Since this is his adult book, sex happens fairly frequently, but discretely.

In the end, for me, this was more of an essay on the topic of fatness and diets, than an examination, never boring but never laugh out loud funny, either. ( )

Pinkwater is partly known for his vastly popular children's and young adult novels, many of which have gained cult status among the awkward and disenfranchised youth for whom they were written.

The Afterlife Diet is one of his few works of fiction meant for an adult audience, and is as equally deserving of cult status.

Filled with his usual obsessions regarding food, bizarre science fiction, and people dressing up like birds, it would be easy to overlook the major theme if one were so inclined. But the focus of the book (how fat people are perceived by themselves, each other, family members, society as a whole, and even God himself) is handled with such humor and satire that if you aren't there for the message, you'll still stick around for the meal. ( )

Fifth-rate book editor Milton Cramer dies and discovers that heaven is basically a very uninspiring resort camp. Also, everybody he meets there is fat, because the thin people don't want to have to look at fat people in their heaven. And from there, things just get... strange.

I loved Daniel Pinkwater's kids' books when I was young, and the ones I've read or reread as an adult, I've mostly also loved. They're just so wonderfully offbeat and nutty and inventive. Well, this one is also offbeat and nutty and inventive, but it does leave me thinking that maybe his particular kind of nuttiness works a little better in kids' books that it does in an adult one. (And this one is definitely written for adults.)

Don't get me wrong. There's a lot of cleverness here. There's some stuff that's very funny, in its own ridiculous way. And there's some impressively vicious satire aimed at the way that fat people are treated with contempt in our society and at the exploitative nature of the diet industry. But while some of the satiric stuff is scathingly effective, I think it's undermined somewhat by being a bit overdone, as well as by the way Pinkwater himself perpetuates the stereotype of fat people as gluttonously obsessed with food. And the story itself has all the coherent structure of a plate of spaghetti. (Note: one of the side effects of reading this apparently involves an irresistible urge to describe things using food metaphors.)

Admittedly, this is perhaps not something I should have picked up while suffering a head cold and the resultant thick, sluggish thought processes. I kept encountering characters, thinking their name looked familiar, and having to flip back through the book to figure out that, oh, yes, they'd popped up briefly thirty pages earlier in a completely different context for no obvious reason. Because it's just that kind of a book. ( )

I REALLY disliked this book. I was thoroughly uncomfortable with the "fatty humor" which I felt was just plain cruel. I thought the book was disjointed and slapped together, when it should have been glued shut. ( )