Excellent short story collection in the vein of pre-vinyl-hipster Jonathan Lethem. Gun, With Occasional Music and As She Climbed Across the Table Lethem. Great studies of human dynamics sauced excellently with strange science elements. Really dug this one. CBR #6 – Do The Evolution, Baby
So You Think You Can Creative?
Loved them short stories, but in novel form where it’s a constant harangue of “Haha, anyone who thinks they can (insert artistic pursuit here) for a living is a giant deluded self-serving shithead!” is a bit much. There may be some truth, but it’s still like, “Well, fuck you right back, buddy.” CBR #5 – So You Think You Can Creative?
Hips Don’t Lie
Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought. Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about. A short story collection that doesn’t quite go full Midwe-meth like my favorites Donald Ray Pollack, Frank Bill and Daniel Woodrell, but it’s still got that nice trailer park asshole bite to make it worth it. CBR #4 – Hips Don’t Lie
Ugh
Ugh. What a bunch of loathsome characters. I don’t know if I just don’t get the Dutch sense of humor and culture, but I cannot see why this book has been so lauded. It was torturous from start to finish and honestly I wouldn’t have finished this if it weren’t for CBR7. Two couples are meeting at a swanky restaurant to discuss some issue with their sons. The information comes in fits and starts and the premise is ludicrous from the get go. On and […]
…And We’ll all Float on, Alright
I like Thomas Pynchon – which is to say, I like the idea of Thomas Pynchon, more than the actual execution. My first experience of reading Pynchon was at university, as a first year English lit student. I’d never heard of Pynchon before and The Crying of Lot 49 was required reading for a course on 20th century American literature. It seemed easy enough; it only has 149 pages. What a deception that was. Still, I returned to class the next week, exhilarated if only […]
Life is not a paragraph and death is no parenthesis
Now this is more like it. This thriller was indeed that and more. Just because I raced through this in one feverish afternoon and early evening does not mean that I skimmed the thing. Many times I had to go back and re-read a passage, not because it was unclear or convoluted, but because the writing was so damned dazzling. Rachel is a drunk. Her husband left her for another woman. Divorced, a friend has taken her in. She lost her job months ago when […]
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