![]() “I’ll take it,” he says from his Russian Hill flat in San Francisco. He’s been compared to Kurt Vonnegut, Carl Hiaasen, Dave Barry and Tom Robbins for his talent in combining far-fetched scenarios with fast-paced humor. The prolific Moore, 58, has 15 published novels so far. Charlie needs to find a body to inhabit so he can be with his daughter and, oh, also save the world again. ![]() His sweet 7-year-old daughter is being raised by her aunts and now has a potty mouth. In the beginning of the sequel, Charlie is cranky because his own soul is trapped in a ham with a crocodile head, duck feet and a really long member (his girlfriend created him). Much to his surprise, he had been anointed a Death Merchant, a collector of souls to protect them from the Underworld. All was saved by an ordinary guy named Charlie Asher, an anxiety-ridden widowed father. ![]() The rollicking adventures of the disparate group of zany San Francisco residents carries on a year after the world almost succumbed to demonic spooks. ![]() It took a few years, but the sequel, “Secondhand Souls” (William Morrow, $26.99, 335 pages), has just come out. ![]() Death Merchants, soul collectors, Squirrel People, evil spirits, tall guys in green suits and San Francisco - what’s not to love? They all appeared in Christopher Moore’s clever 2006 novel, “A Dirty Job.” That it is laugh-out-loud funny added to the appeal. ![]()
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