Sandman Slim, by Richard Kadrey, was my downfall. I had started Black Blood, Meaney's next book, with the best of intentions-- optimism, too. But a few chapters of De Lint's Forests of the Heart on my lunch break was not enough-- it had to be something epic, something with swagger that would make me snicker with the sheer deviltry of it. De Lint was a casualty, and Meaney only garnered (and still does) part of my attention. Sandman Slim is the kind of book that will eat you alive then spit you back up while you enjoy the infernal process. Yes, infernal. Kadrey has managed to toe the nonexistent line between Warren Ellis and Garth Ennis in this product of an unholy union between Preacher and Crooked Little Vein that leaves me captivate(d) and drooling.
And if the paragraph-long review by William Gibson that's found on the back of the dustjacket doesn't sell you on this package of hardbound speed (i.e., if Shoot 'Em Up had been a book...), you literalists must content yourselves with a brief plot sketch and whatever reviews you might find on Amazon.
Hell's hitman has found a way to escape the nether regions and has his heart set on Revenge.
You can find this book here: www.amazon.com/Sandman-Slim-Novel-Richar