Earth is the mental asylum of the universe and humans are the incurable inmates. Now the asylum is being shut down. Everyone Says That at the End of the World traces the adventures of a ghost-haunted slacker couple expecting their first child, an outrageously arrogant television actor seeking redemption and a prophetic hermit crab on a cross-country quest as they struggle to survive the final four days of life on Earth. Inter-dimensional time travelers, Jesus clones, and prosthetic limbs all play a role in the catastrophic events leading to the planet’s end.
Combining humor, philosophical inquiry and unforgettable characters, Egerton leads us through the most bizarre apocalypse ever put to paper.
In this expansive, funny, touching epic — part travelogue, part quest narrative — Egerton offers up a Texan love letter generous enough to include even the nutria.
People at the coffee shop were actually staring at me — I don’t think they fully believed that a book could make a person laugh that hard. Egerton has written a expansive novel that is generous enough to cover the end of the world, and the beginning, and a good number of the key points in between, and filled it with warmth, intelligence, wisdom, and humor — a personal and universal cosmology that made me laugh and think and feel and laugh some more. I think this is a future classic, and people will be reading this book decades from now. I know I will.
Egerton juggles farce, religious satire, philosophy, and a road trip as a slew of characters converge in a manic quest. A well-traveled hermit crab, 38 mistreated Jesus clones, sleep-deprived monks, and an oft-exchanged prosthetic leg figure into this rollicking madhouse of an apocalypse . . . Egerton is very funny.
The world ends in Austin, Texas, and a multitude of less cool venues, in Egerton’s seriocomic eschatological whimsy . . . A brainy, often riotous, ultimately moving Cat’s Cradle for our time peopled with reluctant seekers of spiritual nourishment who might have stepped from the pages of Flannery O’Connor.
The author of The Book of Harold once again takes a tongue-in-cheek look at religion in this end-of-the-world tale... this sharp-witted satire offers up more than a few laughs.