I Guess That’s Why They Call It Dope

Jonathan Lethem has become the Avril Lavigne of hipster fiction.  This book is a confusing pastiche of disparate elements that take place in a New York that’s slightly askew from our world.  I do this in my own fiction — BUY MY BOOK — but the delineation is confusing.  It sort of peters out around 1985.  So Marlon Brando did Apocalypse Now, but then he also did The Gnuppet Movie with Florian Ib, before making a mob movie where he haranged the director as a puppeteer.  So The Muppets, Frank Oz, and The Score no longer exist.  Maybe I needed to be high to appreciate it.  But I think if I was my brain would have melted entirely.