Anyone else reading this, Sam Lipsyte's debut novel? It's easily the funniest non-Flann O'Brien book I've ever read. The basic plot/joke owes quite a bit to White Noise--man is diagnosed with a condition of unknown origin, the only certainty of which is that it will at some uncertain point kill him by unknown methods--but Lipsyte's dialogue is crackling fresh, the jokes wicked and spot-on. Plus you get a lovely and stylish orange dust jacket. What more could one ask for?
― Martin Swope, Friday, 12 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)