Opposite end for me. Total negative on this. "Coils of the ...(yawn)" might have been hackneyed, "Spurling Virus" just not my cup of tea, but this was aggressively unlikeable.
Detestable main character that the author presumes we're going to identify with until, dun-dun-dun!, tables turned, he's really an asshole, not just snarky, oh, don't you feel all self questioning now? Maybe you should be nicer to people! Which leaves out a whole set of potential readers who don't automatically identify with "House"-level snarkiness.
Didn't like the author's voice (I've read too many jaded, over-verbal "attitude" writers, sorry) -- Connect two wildly varying things with some vicious use of overstatement and a "comedic" delivery and hey, presto, it's like...I don't know, having to watch a fat, no, dare I say (gotta get that archaic, mannered qualifier in for comedic seasoning), morbidly obese women, a veritable bucket of creosote (there, feeling superior?), trundle (ooh, yeah, nice one) her way across a viaduct as she crushes the screaming bodies of cherubim and seraphim 'neath her feet. And no one stops to offer her a lift. (memo to self - work a "fuck" or "cunt" into there, if you can). Don't forget the beautifully observed moment of quiet beauty to prove you're not such an ogre after all.
Maybe it's just because I'm old. But somebody get back to me and tell me if they're still as impressed with writing like this after they reach 40 (or even 35).
And where were the editors? The main character hated the co-worker who always ITCHED his Karl Marx beard? Really? Not ONE editor in the chain said anything?
And sorry, but the usually reliable Alasdair turned in an over-dramatic and far-too-mannered reading. Wait, let me try that again. He turned in... an....over-dramatic ...and...far...too..mannered...reading. (Repeat that trick a few more times).
Wow, I haven't actively disliked a Pseudopod story so much since "White Street Society" (and that was more for the potentially good idea handled so ham-fistedly by the writer). Guess they really can't please everyone!
Thanks for listening.
“The public wants work which flatters its illusions.”
Gustave Flaubert