John Birmingham lived with 89 people in the eighties and nineties. From dead men in beanbags to junkies to nymphos and kleptos, it seems like Birmingham experienced it all. He Died with a Felafel in His Hand is that story.
I've been share housing for the last three years with pretty varying degrees of success. Luckily, nothing's been abysmal, but I'm currently having a bit of a stand-off with a useless dude who is testing my ability to be as friendly as usual. In a lot of ways, that's what's made reading He Died with a Felafel in His Hand so much fun. It's sharp, funny, poignant and often heartbreaking, all rolled into one neat little package. John Birmingham's voice comes through stronger than you'd expect, and the stories, even when outrageous, never cross the line into gimmick. All in all, a hell of a lot of fun.
4 out of 5 sexual mishaps.
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