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Book description
If you read this in the wrong head-space, its like listening to a drunk person tell a story while youre sober. The monologue (as it becomes) can run on-n-on and before you know it youre like wait, what? This happened to me a couple of times while reading this, where I was distracted by some sort of whatever, and I had to go back and re-scan, which led to complete re-absorption and head-scratching self-doubt like uh, did I even read words that first time? What was I doing just then? Did I just leave my body and look down at me NOT reading or something? Was I in all reality sitting in a motel on Xanax atop a vibrating bed just watching the fan twirl while hearing muffled voices? You expect to occasionally find yourself doing as much with the Big Pomos if youre little-brained and sporadically A.D.D. like me, but in the context of a series of what are essentially rednecks telling stories, it is confusing how confusing it can be, this lack of digestion. Despite my familiarity with the ways of the good ole boy ramble from spending about a year as a bar-wench in the trenches of southern blue-collar-ness, I still got lost in the prose-style from time to time. Still, Mark Richard (as I hear, pronounced in the French Style which may have been part of my distractibility problem because I kept looking away from the book and saying to the kitty Reee-shard, Reee-shard! In the stylings of Reeee-chard! Huhuh, ouioui!) is...wait, I was talking about something. Right, Mark Rich-Hard has such humorous, metaphorically rich, hard narration no matter who is spinning whatever story (well, its pretty much the same-seeming person in every story, but Im not holding that against him or anything...theres something to be said for style) that he pulls off the dopery with transcendental and astute feelings-humpery. This book is funny and emotions-pull-y. Judge it by its cover, which is quite a babe.I should discuss this later. And...Im going to stop talking now. I liked this book, and you probably would too if you like the Barry Hannah school of thought-spew, where the illiterate become the poets, and the grotesque stands as a tape-measure for everything else, with everything else just being a shinier version of the same shit. Sure, you can borrow it. Im not terribly sentimental about stuff-stuff these days. Yall.
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