At last, a novel (for adults) with pictures!
If you grew up in the 90s then Driving Jarvis Ham will serve as a fond, if embarrassing reminder of the gregarious luminosity of the era. Crushingly accurate in narrative, I was immediately transported back to my awkward teendom.
A memoir with a difference – Adrian Mole style but told through the eyes of Jarvis’s long-suffering best friend and accidental chauffeur, who remains nameless throughout. It’s hard not to adopt a fondness for the hapless Jarvis, although we’re constantly reminded that we should, under no circumstances, do so. As for why, well, all will be revealed…
Jim Bob’s often sardonic prose is injected with enough jocular remarks to make one chortle out loud, and while one’s never entirely settled on who the protagonist is (both characters suffer in their own ways) this is an entertaining read.
This novel won’t change your life, but it will tickle and repulse you in almost equal measure. I look forward to more musings from Jim Bob.