Pop-splat is wild. It's as if Ian Martin was on steroids when he wrote this brilliant piece of South African literature that pops and sizzles with sharp, witty dialogue and Pulp Fictionesque action.
The story is deceptively simple. Matt Dreyer is a rich kid growing up in a moderately dysfunctional family in Johannesburg when his businessman father is murdered in a very suspicious hijacking. After identifying his father's bullet-riddled corpse, young Matt's life changes dramatically. As he searches for the scumbags responsible, he realises he knows them very well - and that the whole upper class society and culture they represent is just as rotten and corrupt as they are. This of course upsets his already fragile state of mind, leading to a reckless, crazy hell-ride across South Africa that culminates in a bloody shootout that would make Tarantino blush.
Pop-splat is without a doubt one of the most original and vividly entertaining South African books published in a very long time. It is so easy to read I finished it in less than two days, then dove in again for a second time to absorb all the clever ideas and social commentary thrown in, because at one level Pop-splat reads like your typical page turner (e.g. Bourne Identity) yet is deep and full of substance at another level. In a very entertaining way, it deals with a lot of thought-provoking contemporary issues that people all over the world, not just in South Africa, can relate to.
Pop-splat is not for everyone. If you prefer subtle, polite literature you best go read Charles Dickens. If you can't stand your beliefs being criticised then this book is not for you - Martin rips into Bible thumpers, SUV drivers and private schools to name a few things. For instance, even snobbish art connoisseurs get a hammering when Martin calls a Madonna and Child painting 'Prostitute with baboon foetus'.
However, if you want your intellect and your emotions thoroughly invigorated, then Pop-splat is the book for you.