Status Updates From A Boy's Own Story (The Edmu...

I'm a bit disturbed by the self-loathing of the protagonist; although the writing is superlative.

I'm put in a mindset of Virginia Woolf, elegant descriptive writing without much meat behind them. It's almost writing for its own sake as opposed to telling a story.

I love this.

Jeez, seems like everyone and their mothers are perverts according to this book...

I love his books,of course but I'm having time getting into this first novel.

Not at all what I expected...

Howie had a face only a medieval Japanese woman could have loved: perfectly round, pasty, just a wisp of fine hair above, below a dark, tiny dead rosebud of a mouth, the rudiment of a chin, like a child's hand poking through a sheet, and those eyes, so arrogant and expressive with glasses, so myopic and defenseless without.

Howie had a face only a medieval Japanese woman could have loved: perfectly round, pasty, just a wisp of fine hair above, below a dark, tiny dead rosebud of a mouth, the rudiment of a chin, like a child's hand poking through a sheet, and those eyes, so arrogant and expressive with glasses, so myopic and defenseless without.

I was wearing a Brooks Brothers sack suit of black and brown twill that ran on the diagonal and a soft felt fedora from Paris, and this getup, which seemed so stylish to me, cast our conversation into the light of an excited urbanity, as did the cocktails, no doubt.