Before you get too excited, despite its title, “Waking Up Naked on My Mother’s Grave” isn’t a horror book. It doesn’t explore an alternative world of ghosts, vampires, zombies, or the ultimate consequences of radical biblical prophesy. Nor does this book tell a dark tale of a private investigator, a trophy wife, and a sordid web of incest and indecent exposure.
Instead, this is just a short, surreal, coming-of-age novel. After his father is confined to a mental institution, a young man travels by bus to Washington, D.C., seeking his fortune. In no time at all, he’s working for a contractor and living with a somniphobiac girlfriend.