A bunch of rich drunks have drunken adventures in France and Spain between the Wars. There is fishing, and there are bullfights. Decadence and dissolution more or less without reprieve. Lots of conversations, occasionally not super-clear who's talking; I guess it's plausible the characters are talking about things they don't ever (much) mention, but the book really wasn't interesting enough for me to try to read that deeply, or for me to reread it.
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The Ballad of Perilous Graves by Alex Jennings
This really just flat didn't work for me. I thought it was going to something other than it was, I guess. I should have taken a closer...

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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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