I'm not sure what I am to say about this book. I've been putting off reading it for a long time now and I'm not really sure if I regret that or not.
AxI'm not sure what I am to say about this book. I've been putting off reading it for a long time now and I'm not really sure if I regret that or not.
Axolotl Roadkill is, ultimately, not much of a novel at all. Our protagonist, Mifti (btw, I googlechecked and that is not a name so take that as you will) is little more than an instrument for Hegemann to express her own frustration (infatuation?) with our world. At 17 (I think that's how old she was idk), her writing and points are utterly pretentious and this may well be what she was going for all along, Axolotl Roadkill has the trash chic appeal of old army boots over glitter leggings and it captures the teenage mindset quite well. Notably, the writing changes over the course of the book, from confusing but in its ability to confuse you admirable pseudophilosophing laced with grand words to a sort of bleak and while not particularly meager kind of quiet style.
It's not a very funny, happy or enjoyable story and while the gist of it may be overly familiar to experienced readers ("depressed" girl does a lot of drugs/has a lot of sex while contemplating life), the way it is presented here is actually kind of awesome. Hegemann drops names and brands like nothing else and it serves as an undercurrent to root this in reality. The frantic way especially the beginning was written makes it a little challenge to keep straight who was who and some things while hinted at will only open themselves to you in the middle of the book. Some things are actually never really explained at all and left for you to ponder over at the end of the book. There are parts were you can't discern who is supposed to be speaking and surreality pervades certain parts. I personally kind of feel the need to reread it.
Also, it has something I absolutely adore in books and pretty much everything else: (view spoiler)[a bad ending (hide spoiler)]. The title is, in retrospect, also surprisingly poignant.
I don't really feel like commenting on the plagiarism debate (like I said in one of my updates, she literally uses entire paragraphs from other books but she does credit them), only that the concept of intertextuality is the fucking funniest thing I've ever heard of.
Hello, I'm Rinoa and I'm guilty of reading Fanfiction.
Okay, so I've never read this book (haha, what is it even about? Sounds like a random mashup ofHello, I'm Rinoa and I'm guilty of reading Fanfiction.
Okay, so I've never read this book (haha, what is it even about? Sounds like a random mashup of Kingdom Hearts vocabulary. In French). Sorry.
What I did read though is Fire Crotch and the Friend Zone Virgins. Which is basically one of the best reads I've had in a loooooooooooooooooong time (and not just because I'm kind of an akuroku shipper, I promise!). I'm not a sappy person (name the movie, I didn't cry while watching it) and this had me on the verge of tears. Like, I actually had to surpress them. Like, I'm getting all misty-eyed thinking about it now.
It also kept me awake till 5am because I had to finish it in one sitting. I can't even remember if any other book ever did that to me.
Why aren't published books this good? Or better yet, why isn't this published?...more