Hey, I read this little book in a coffeeshop this noon-ish. I can sort of see why someone might want to make a movie about it, and I can see why that movie might ... fail to find an audience. It might seem as though the novel's about all this weird stuff that's happening, but the authorial voice--that removed, aloof first-person POV, where it's hard to care about the narrator or the events of the novel because it doesn't seem as though the narrator does--that's the single creepiest thing about the novel, really. The events barely register, muted as they are by the deadened narration.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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