Whatever magic there is in the Buckaroo Banzai movie, Rauch (one of the screenwriters) has none of it left. This is taking a charming 1980s thing and smearing it with secondhand Burroughs and Pynchon. It's utter shit, I tapped out after almost 100 pages and that was at least twice as much as I should have read.
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Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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So after reading one of Kreuger's novels, I've grabbed another one. They stand alone just fine, but there's some pleasure in s...

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