Title: Sure I'm Dead, But I'm Rich!
Product review: Used to be, Rice's books had narrative, thrills, and even some decent writing. Now, she is in thrall to a sort of materialistic version of porn, and a view of the South that - if it ever existed as she writes it (and I'm a Southerner) - died out 72 years ago. Am I the only one troubled that, when the narrator is grieving over the death of his dearest friend, he takes pains to mention that he rode to her funeral in the deceased's "luxurious limousine?" Welcome to "Lifestyles of the Rich and Undead." Oh, and by the way, the story is awful, and no character is real.
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