Jul 02, 07
everyone unafraid of a little dense prose
Read in November, 2006
If V. Woolf had
a) grown up within sight of the Coastal Range, and
b) enormous, swinging testes,
then this book would be sold in a 3-pack with "Mrs Dalloway" and "The Waves" today. It's such literatoor, but it's so masculine and so blue-collar also. God I love it. The beautiful, funny slang; the creepy, right-on descriptions of the menacing landscape... It's got man vs. land and man vs. man. Who could ask for anything more?