You know what, it's not bad. The prose doesn't exactly ravish like Pynchon, but it's sad and sweet and funny and mixes the occasional nod to Yeats and Keats in with the mayhem. I can say without spoiling that the end is straight from Beckett's THE UNNAMEABLE.
If they actually film it, it'll be an utter hash, since the interiority allowed by the novel form is entirely the point.
― rogermexico., Thursday, 21 June 2007 17:52 (eighteen years ago)