Sometimes I feel this ache inside over Zoe, and it won’t go away. I imagine her sitting down to write these postcards and taking the time to stamp them and carry them off to a post office somewhere in a foreign land. I like to think of her in a cheesy souvenir shop, spinning the postcard towers around in circles, picking out just the perfect one for me– the one she knows will make me smile, the one that will make me think of her.
Infused with dark sarcasm and witty humor, Postcards from a Dead Girl is a fabulous and extraordinarily written debut novel from Kirk Farber. It’s a completely unique, page-turning book about a hypochondriac who receives postcards from around the globe from his ex-girlfriend Zoe. Thoughtful, perhaps. Even sweet. However, there’s a clincher: the postcards were sent one year ago, throwing Sid into quite a conundrum. He sets off on his own investigation to London, Paris, Barcelona, New Jersey [!] to find out the back-story how this late delivery is remotely possible. In the meantime he finds support from his dog Zero, his protective doctor sister, his neighbor, postal carrier Gerard, and his dead mother. Tapping into universal neuroses and dreams, Farber writes with a clever and superbly observational tone. Postcards from a Dead Girl: A Novel (P.S.)
is biting, disturbing and hysterical. Trust me: it’s a winning combination.