Mental health and depression issues are still considered taboo and controversial. My mind cannot wrap itself around the notion that what makes us different STILL makes us strange. Acceptance and acknowledgement are two of the strongest human actions that exist, and they’re still the two that people are still trying to get right. Check out #oscarsowhite. It’s awful.
This is precisely why David Heath’s effervescent “Fortune 69” was such a welcome and eye-opening read. It holds a flawed, depressed main character at its core, using Trigger as the catalyst to present a world that literally always has it’s finger on a trigger, ready to shoot.
The aforementioned Trigger is depressed and lonely. Either one is not a truly ideal state to be in, but together, nothing good can really come of it. Embarking on a suicide attempt, Trigger decides that life is not worth living, and decides to end his life for all of social media to see and behold. It’s a powerful commentary on voyeurism and our propensity to watch someone suffer.
Fortunately, the author decides to use this sad event to bring a character into the reader’s lives that is at once endearing and damaged. Trigger is navigating the tough terrains of life, unsure of a lot of things, and excitable about others. His posted suicide note on Fortune-69.com, his second home online, and has found himself with devout followers who have christened him their new leader. Leader of what remains to be seen.
Peppered in are a few colorful characters that bring a spectrum of originality and tonality to the novel. The author is clearly an intelligent person, as evidenced through his witty anecdotes and witty, sly stabs at modern culture. It’s an entertaining, provocative read that allows the reader to become active in their observation, even though in today’s age, it’s passivity that governs most of our lives.