There were no rainbows, no leprechauns, and, after a few brief moments, no gleaming sun parting the clouds. Just a boy and his goat taking their first muddy steps toward a moist, squelching destiny.”
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, a hero, the Chosen One, was born . . . and so begins every fairy tale ever told. This is not that fairy tale.
This book is exactly as advertised. It has puns, utterly ridiculous characters, general silliness, and a chain mail bikini. Be ready for upended tropes, farm boy and goat shenanigans, and lots and lots and lots of potty humor.
Honestly, the only thing wrong with this book is that it went on too long which is a problem that plagues a lot of humor-centric stories. When that parody goes on for too long, it has a tendency to get repetitive and ridiculous in a not so good way.
There are lots of penis jokes and tons of poop jokes which is all fine. But after the first couple dozen, it just isn’t as funny anymore.
The closest comparison to this book that comes to mind if the TV series Galavant. Hilarious, completely irreverent, and plays with tropes in fantastically creative ways. But the second season of Galavant was no where near as good as the first season because by that time the jokes were expected and growing a bit stale.
There have also been some comparisons between Kill the Farm Boy and Space Balls. Space Balls will outrank it every time though and in large part because it was limited to a an hour and a half worth of storytelling. Every comment, all hilarity had to be worked into a much smaller space and so the impact hits harder.
It just all got to the point where you knew what was going to happen in a given scene. Gustave would ask for some boots to gnaw on and/or poop, Dark Lord Toby would lament the lack of cheese, Poltro would express her fear of chickens. All this was funny at first for the sheer silliness of it and the delivery was occasionally exactly on point. Not so when you can predict the general idea of what will happen in any given scene.
The characters themselves were, again, exactly as advertised and came across exactly as they were intended to. There wasn’t a lot of depth to most of them (oddly, the talking goat might have had the most character development over the course of the story. Him or the rabbit-person) which worked well with it being a parody. Intricate character relationships was not the point here.
I really think I would have liked this a lot more if it were a novella. At about 20% in, I was loving this book and giggling my way through it. Around 50% was where I kind of hit the realization that it was just the same thing done over and over again. And I found that I didn’t even really like any of these characters except for the goat.
While I enjoyed parts of this book, I don’t think I will be reading the second one.