I like the rain. I want to have a spring bookworming rain party full out with wellies—but not those Hunter Boots; absolutely not—, with yummy airy things like puffed pastries, meringues, mini fluffy cheese cakes, mousse dessert, macaroon, biscuits, crepe, and Earl Grey tea, definitely Earl Grey tea. and Tillandsia. We'd have lots of "air plants". Lots! And We'd read, but not anything structured. We'd bring books, trade books, read out-loud, pass books around between sentences and paragraphs. We'd leave with books we hadn't discovered.
I like books like I like my Jazz; euphoric, dangerous, occasionally a bit manic, sorrowful, bleak, raging, mood-incongruent, mournful, unforgivingly ragged, symbolic in a quiet way, warm apple pie for the soul. Give me a Plath style. Yōko Ogawa, M. Roach,
Criteria: Not rated on likability of characters. Not objective. I like Moxie Soda; chances are you don't.
time spent in that before bed reading slot:
5-until blurry eye 4-Later than I intended, but I still kept to my extended, extended reading time 3-I really should have been to bed an hour ago 2-customary 30 minutes. 1-book. side table. eyes closed.
How are common themes handled?
5-With an aesthetic that repurposes everyday themes into something fresh. Think of Hole Celebrity Skin covered by Cat Power 4-there is a comfortable air of familiarly.
3-Deja Vu 2. No deviation from its mates 1. Devastatingly trite, redundant, and stale.
Where would you keep it post-reading?
5-Next to my bed. 4-it's the center piece of my favorite bookshelf 3. On my other favorite bookshelf, but it's a bit dusty over their 2-Great cheap bookends 1-It never made it out of the box marked 'moving'.
5- Where is my teddy bear? Emotional-hangover 4- If I wasn't so emotionally stunted I'd cry. 3. Did James Cameron co-wrote this? Artfully contrived. 2- calculative emotional manipulation. This was literally written by James Cameron.1- I…feel…..nothing.
Mechanics (plot structure, voice, presentation, word choice, sentence structure, characters, writing style, pacing, and consistency):
5-Chanel 4-Prada 3-J-Crew 2-Gap 1-Old Navy
surely a made for movie b-comedy; oh wait, it is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXTmNApNrxM.I knew people like this guy in college. Slick, got the girls, used them, tossed them and then
recycled the ones he could abuse and neglect more than once. there really isn't a storyline here beyond that mentioned above. It is, at its very essence it's a poor rendition of a 'national lampoon' movie to book format.
I just found it utterly distasteful, in a, "is this guy really this much of an asshole?" I started to doubt that he really was, and that maybe this was just another book written by a sad little man who needs attention so he decided to write a blog, which got the attention of more assholes, which in turn resulted in a book. I get it, sometimes internet culture's increasing lust over a subject, person, etc can create the illusion of the internet crowd wanting more. Problem is, the internet and its consumers are driven by the need for more, for different, for distasteful, for more more more more more, that their attention is so fleeting that perhaps a blog audience is the best place to keep this sort of writing. I have gone to the blog, and I have to say the writing clearly has a followers base, and for some reason it works there; it just didn't in book form. Perhaps it didn't work in book form because a reader's typical intention is to consume a book in its entirety and one chapter after another of this book was a bit overwhelming, which in turn crossed over into underwhelming.
Trust me I am all about the explorations of straight guys lives, especially if it's sexual, but this was just trying too hard, and as a result lacked the initial meaning of the book. I think that he was really trying to portray himself as being a jackass, but in feeding this narrative really missed the mark. Can you write so much about being an ass*ole that your novel literally lacks that feeling because you took it to an all consuming level of ass*oleness? well apparently you can.