Robert Rankin’s books are always fairly unhinged affairs, but due to it’s construction A Dog Called Demolition reads even more like the drunken ramblings of a madman than ever before. The main plot is typical Rankin lunacy – inspired by a real life incident in America Rankin gives us a world where serial killers really do commit their crimes under the influence of malevolent voices that command them to kill. Set in Rankin’s usual haunt of Brentford, (though with only cameo appearances from Pooley, Omally and co this standalone novel is accessible for series newcomers), the story concerns unemployed waster Danny’s discovery that a race of parasitic invisible Mekon-like aliens secretly sit on the shoulders of the population, and when a rogue alien called Demolition takes over Danny to construct a synthetic dog out of human body-parts things really start to go haywire…
As if this wasn’t enough Rankin then skews the books structure by including numerous (mostly unrelated) poems and short stories. The poetry is pretty variable to be honest, and Rankin’s trick of deliberately bathetic punchlines becomes a bit predictable after a while, but some of the diverting tall-tales are gems (such as the tenant who constructs an African big game safari in his lodgings, and Hugo Rune’s ‘proof’ that the Earth is the centre of the universe and that full-time employment is a logical impossibility).
As expected, this book as a whole is quite bitty, but despite the odd dud poem for the most part this is a great rambling collection of tall-tales. A little too uneven to be a wholly satisfying novel, but still another solid dose of insanity from the author.