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For Fucks Sake
Already an underground cult classic, For Fucks Sake is a blisteringly honest and darkly comic portrayal of one man’s search for true love. Lasner takes us on an unforgettable ride from the Mardi Gras mayhem of New Orleans to the madness of early 1990s New York, hooking up along the way with, among others, a lesbian bartender and the wife of his best friend!
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Paperback, 316 pages
Published July 1st 2003 by Ig Publishing
(first published March 19th 2002)
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It's hard damn work writing a book that reads so fun and easy. The same blend of self-deprecating charm and self-important pigheadedness that you find in Bukowski and Fante abounds, and Lasner even throws in some additional flourish. I'm especially fond of his naming and renaming the cities that serve as locations, and, of course, that intoxicating mash of of highbrow intellectualism and low-brow crass -- with some lines being spit-take worthy. My first book of Lasner's, but surely not my last.
The title of this book was exactly what I thought as I reached the end of this novel (maybe that's the point). This novel was trying so hard to be so many things. It was trying to be Kerouac's On The Road, but lacked the ability to conjure the essence of a time and place, it wanted to be Miller but the lead character seemed so sexually inept, it wanted to be Bukowski but I know Charles would have put the lead character to shame in terms of his potential for debauchery. So what are we left with, ...more
I found this novel to be clever and brief enough to get through, but the lack of real character growth and insight eventually weighed me down. It is a study of a body of facts, and the author is very solipsistic and I hope went to rehab at some point. That said, its worth reading, and if I were younger (or still drinking) I might have thought it to deeply personal and invigoratingly honest.
If you can't judge a book by it's cover, how 'bout by it's title. A twisted tale of one man's post-baccalaureate indulgences of codependency. Scathing and humerous, this is a fast read. Unfortunately, it is filled with explicatives and now I have to watch what I say...