![]() I mean, a lot of what I kept thinking while reading this was about how tragically I was born in the wrong time, and why didn't I ever get to see Fear and X in LA in their heyday, and I'm pretty sure this was not really what I was supposed to take away from this novel. ![]() ![]() However, maybe that's just because I got confused and missed the point, as often happens. ![]() The Village Voice blurb on the back of my copy calls Less Than Zero "sexy and sassy," which has to be one of the most bizarre characterizations imaginable: to me, this is one of least sassy, least sexy books I can think of (might tie with Marilynne Robinson's Gilead for that prize?). I must say I find many reactions to it perplexing. Okay, so I really, really liked this a lot, though I totally get why a lot of people didn't. Oh yeah, I know: Bright Lights, Big City. This experience reminds me of something, but I'm not sure what. Its appeal is no less powerful for being difficult to pinpoint or explain. ![]() This book seems boring and shallow, and reading it gives me an anesthetized, hollow, detached feeling that I would not describe as entirely pleasant.Īnd yet I cannot seem to stop, and whenever I have to, I become very anxious to return to it as quickly as I can. ![]()
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