Review: This Body’s Not Big Enough For Both Of Us

Title: This Body’s Not Big Enough For Both Of Us

Author: Edgar Cantero

Genre: Mostly Detective Noir, a tiny bit Thriller, a little Dark Comedy

Trigger Warnings: Transphobic terminology (mention), blood, death, guns, self-injury, pedophilia (mentions), intravenous drug use, car crashes

Back Cover:

In a dingy office in Fisherman’s Wharf, the glass panel in the door bears the names of A. Kimrean and Z. Kimrean. Private Eyes. Behind the door there is only one desk, one chair, one scrawny androgynous P.I. in a tank top and skimpy waistcoat. A.Z., as they are collectively known, are twin brother and sister. He’s pure misanthropic logic, she’s wild hedonistic creativity. A.Z. have been locked in mortal battle since they were in utero … which is tricky because they, very literally, share one single body. That’s right. One body, two pilots. The mystery and absurdity of how Kimrean functions, and how they subvert every plotline, twist, explosion, and gunshot–and confuse every cop, neckless thug, cartel boss, ninja, and femme fatale–in the book is pure Cantero magic.

Someone is murdering the sons of the ruthless drug cartel boss known as the Lyon in the biggest baddest town in California–San Carnal. The notorious A.Z. Kimrean must go to the sin-soaked, palm-tree-lined streets of San Carnal, infiltrate the Lyon’s inner circle, and find out who is targeting his heirs, and while they are at it, rescue an undercover cop in too deep, deal with a plucky young stowaway, and stop a major gang war from engulfing California. They’ll face every plot device and break every rule Elmore Leonard wrote before they can crack the case, if they don’t kill each other (themselves) first.

This Body’s Not Big Enough for Both of Us is a mind-blowing, gender-bending, genre-smashing romp through the entire pantheon of action and noir. It is also a bold, tautly crafted novel about family, being weird, and claiming your place in your own crazy story, that can only come from the mind of Edgar Cantero.

Review:

Despite how dark and downright horrifying this book can be at times, This Body’s Not Big Enough for Both of Us was, overall, astonishingly fun.

Adrian and Zooey are conjoined twins. Except instead of having two torsos, or two heads coming out of one torso, or an abnormal number of limbs, or something like that, they share a body with two arms, two legs, and one head – perfectly normal to look at. They’re two separate people sharing one body and one brain – Adrian has the left half, Zooey has the right. Adrian is pure calculation and logic, and Zooey is pure emotion and hedonism. And they hate each other.

But together, they make a really good private eye. So when the police department calls them in to help an undercover cop prevent a gang war, they get in a little bit over their heads, especially since Adrian is actually trying to get things done and Zooey gets them in trouble by acting on impulses and feelings and never thinking things through. Zooey worked really well as as foil for Adrian, but I really liked him the best. Neither of them were exactly good people, but I related much more to Adrian’s logic than Zooey’s free-spiritedness.

This book does get really dark. There’s car crashes, guns, gory murders and injuries, questions of what exactly a minor child should do when she knows her father’s a mobster and how to cope when the polar opposite sibling you hate shares your body, the trauma of growing up abandoned and medicalized because people think you’re insane and having people see you as a medical curiosity or a dangerous maniac but never as a human being, Adrian’s trauma of being asexual while Zooey is a nymphomaniac, and the question of whether the siblings trying to hurt each other counts as siblings fighting or self-harm. But despite all that, the writing style and Zooey’s inability to be anything approaching serious, it manages to be mostly lighthearted and sometimes even laugh-out-loud funny.

This book breaks the fourth wall a lot. In some ways it doesn’t seem intentional, since Zooey is a little nuts anyway and seems to fully believe that she’s the protagonist in a book. So like, sort-of fourth wall breaks. It fully leans into the wacky weirdness of two siblings who hate each other in one body, and was highly entertaining. It wasn’t perfect by any stretch, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.