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Are you for 'Glamorama', JP, or against it?
Just to be clear, it's all the same to me. I flushed the cat down the commode the other day, and it just seemed ... to be trying to give me a hard time. Those baleful eyes - you can bet I gave it an extra turn of the boot after that! And then paid for it, in hell.
Isn't this, in a sense, what Mr B's doing in 'Glamorama'? It seems like an important novel, to the extent that no one's really caught up with it yet. For the NY coke kid/Andy Warhol pal du jour a while ago to write such an odd, metaphysical nightmare is, I think, pretty impressive.
I can't claim to understand all of it, but, IMVHO, it's one of the most interesting books to be published in a while.
I'm going to stick my neck out here - it's better than 'Fever Pitch'. It's better, even than 'Man And Boy'. Which means it's ... it's just better, than shakespeare, innit? |
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