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 […]