title: My Dead Body: A Novel (Joe Pitt Casebooks)
author:  Charlie Huston 
description: In Huston's intense, frenetic and brutal conclusion to the pulp-inspired Joe Pitt Casebooks (after 2008's <I>Every Last Drop</I>), Pitt wants to hide in the sewers from the assorted vampyres he's pissed off, but his old friend, porn producer Chubby, draws him out to try to help a young woman who has been impregnated by a vampyre. Naturally, once he's on the surface, Joe is threatened, beaten and maimed by assorted enemies. Narrating grimly through the pain, he explores the origins of the vampyre-creating Vyrus while playing Manhattan's various supernatural factions against each other. Readers new to the series might find this book tough to penetrate (though Huston does mix some exposition into the story), but longtime fans will jump right in, and the fast pacing, sharp dialogue and pulp action will keep them entertained. <I>(Oct.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  The machine whirred into life. Metal hooks slotted onto the meat hopper and an
  automated hoist kicked into motion. A metal chain rattled. It lifted the rear
  of the hopper and tipped the bloody contents into the huge, stainless steel
  funnel that fed the meat grinder. Half a ton of pig bits slid noisily towards
  the spinning cogs. Ears, noses, tails, skin, offal, and bone were crushed and
  ground into mincemeat in minutes. The pale pink mince was forced through a
  sieve the size of a bin lid and collected in another meat hopper beneath it.
  The smell of dead flesh hung heavily in the air.
  
  
  ‘Half a ton of flesh and bone processed in under four minutes,’ Charlie said,
  without turning around. He rubbed his tattooed hand over his shaven head,
  feeling the stubble. A vein throbbed at his temple and the muscles in his j