It seemed ungenerous to rate an as-yet-unpublished book so low on Christmas Eve without explaining myself, so I thought I'd slap just a few words on tIt seemed ungenerous to rate an as-yet-unpublished book so low on Christmas Eve without explaining myself, so I thought I'd slap just a few words on the internet in order to make myself feel better about being the Mr. Scrooge of Small Press. Basically, I am almost certain this book has an audience, but I am 100% certain that auditorium does not contain me. It's important for me to insert here that the narrator of the book is a young woman experiencing (amongst other things, but mostly) some bulimia/anorexia hybrid, which is something I have never, ever, ever been capable of wrapping my mind around for the simple fact that I would almost certainly be sentenced to the "gluttony" region of hell if the Catholics were right about the afterlife, added to which I hate vomiting. That said, I am not insensitive to mental issues, nor am I free from them, and I don't just tend to go around shitting on the problems of others simply because they aren't of my immediate concern for me, me. At the same time, I have also never been a slave to, say, heroin, and yet Junky and Like Being Killed are two of the strongest, ball-blastingly I mean like good, good, excellent-good sorta-memoirs I've ever read. They exceed the circumference of their particulars via writ, if that makes sense. For me, this book was definitely ambitious, and has some lovely prose, but in the end just didn't feel like a book for me. It felt a little art school, not that I am opposed to experimental writing, and the lack of quotation marks signifying dialogue felt less poetic and more, I dunno, this is what we do now since Saramago and McCarthy? And I am also not opposed to Saramago or McCarthy.
Shit, I was just looking over the names I have been dropping in this review and realized I am being totally unfair, given this is a young writer vs. some giants. I thought this book was ok. Some will think it's amazing. On a side-note regarding the characters in the novel, 1) You can't eat McDonald's salads and be a political vegan (though I'm assuming that was the point), and 2) If your girlfriend has an eating disorder, don't repeatedly take her to strip clubs (though I'm assuming that was the point).
I feel bad, but there it is. I personally didn't care for it, but the people who will care for it will probably care a lot. And good....more
Wright gets an extra star and my slack-jawed admiration for his willingness to face stalking, slander, harassment, and a potential avalanche of bankruWright gets an extra star and my slack-jawed admiration for his willingness to face stalking, slander, harassment, and a potential avalanche of bankrupting litigation in order to write a book that his own UK publisher wouldn't even release for fear of the retaliatory powers of what I initially thought was just a bunch of kooky, celebrobsessed Fox Mulder types, but who are actually just a 100% fucking terrifying cult, cult, cult who sues or smears or snuffs out anyone and everyone who gets in their way. Good grief, I can't even begin to describe to you how creepy this book is, mostly because I don't have time right now, and also because WOW, this shit is something else. Anyway, I was pretty excited to find out the other day that HBO is making a documentary based on this book, set to come out next year after 170 freakin' lawyers review every frame in search of potential sue-ables. Because that's not totally insane.
I'm not generally one to rally for half-stars because (all) decisions are hard enough for me without complicating things like the book-scoring systemI'm not generally one to rally for half-stars because (all) decisions are hard enough for me without complicating things like the book-scoring system further, but in this case, I wish I had them. This is a 4.89 not rounded-up for fear of showing favoritism to things like experimentally-friendly small-presses, nice-seeming goodreaders, ridiculously beautiful cover designs, folks who come from darkly complicated and impoverished childhoods, and the opinions of Don DeLillo. Pretty awesome, though, that a small-town Oklahoma library had this, and that it had already been checked out a few times previous. Anyway, this is one of the most ethereal, absorbing, and important-scurry books I've read in ages, and I recommend it like crazy. No lie, no bull, no bias, it's just absurdly beautiful and wonderful and well-conceived and 100%. So....more