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    <![CDATA[The Fuck-Up]]>
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    <![CDATA[Arthur Nersesian's underground literary treasure is an unforgettable slice of gritty New York City life...and the darkly hilarious odyssey of an anonymous slacker. He's a perennial couch-surfer, an aspiring writer searching for himself in spite of himself, and he's just trying to survive. But life has other things in store for the fuck-up. From being dumped by his girlfriend to getting fired for asking for a raise, from falling into a robbery to posing as a gay man to keep his job at a porno theater, the fuck-up's tragi-comedy is perfectly realized by Arthur Nersesian, who manages to create humor and suspense out of urban desperation. &quot;Read it and howl,&quot; says Bruce Benderson (author of <em>User),</em> &quot;and be glad it didn't happen to you.&quot;<p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Let's call this epidemic &quot;runaway book.&quot; This is where I begin reading something funny. I'm dog-earring pages like crazy. A writer's voice is so clever and sassy that I start to imagine that my own word document privileges should be revoked. <br/><br/>And then, runaway book. This time, I...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/44597032">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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