![]() ![]() And already, I’ve failed at that, so this is really one huge awkward scene. Two undertakers in 1970s Oxford find themselves caught in a particularly dreary rainstorm while burying the corpse of a drunkard one evening. And I don’t want to tell it that, but I’m committed to reviewing it, so I have to try and be gentle about it during this sensitive time. Buy Restless Souls and Shallow Graves by Rebecca Maye Holiday at Mighty Ape NZ. ![]() It’s trying to do something admirable and failing outright. Continuing with that already tortured analogy, I don’t feel any scorn for its failures. Restless Soul is another clown at a funeral, by which I mean it’s not that funny. It’s how I hide my relentless misery and the sheer struggle it is to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Humor is one such method and the one I prefer to lean on, even though I’m about as funny as a clown giving a eulogy. We all have different ways of coping with it. Whether you’re rich, poor, classy, slovenly, hard-working, lazy, smart, daft, sexy, smelly, a game developer, a game critic, or worse, we all get there in the end. We know our lives are finite, possibly meaningless. We all face the possibility of death at any moment. ![]()
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