This was nearly 400 pages of an author trying to be clever and hyperbolically wacky and being ... tedious. I kept on to the end in the vain hope something interesting would happen, or that something like a point to the whole thing would emerge. It's possible this is something brilliant on the lines of Pynchon or DeLillo--I've never read any DeLillo and what I've seen of Pynchon hasn't made me want to read more--but honestly it really seemed like a pretty competent novelist trying to do a thing and failing.
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Light Perpetual by Francis Spufford
This is a beautiful novel, very much aimed at and very much hitting a distinctly postmodern kaleidoscopic target, with prose that occasiona...

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A neat little Horror novel (big shock on the genre, there, I'm sure) that plays some interesting games with PTSD and identity, with ma...
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Reading this novel reminded me a good deal of reading Processed Cheese . America Fantastica is more subtle, and the points it's makin...
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Oh, gawds, this novel starts as a bit of a mess and wraps up like someone who read too much Naturalistic fiction and decided to go with no...
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