This book moves along by the momentum of its own absurdity. It's easy to get through, for the simple curiosity of wanting to know which bizarre images will follow, but I resist praising it in terms of literary value. At times it slips into the realm of being ironic-for-irony's-sake, and clever-for-clever's sake. If you ask me, he explicitly realizes his theme about...
more This book moves along by the momentum of its own absurdity. It's easy to get through, for the simple curiosity of wanting to know which bizarre images will follow, but I resist praising it in terms of literary value. At times it slips into the realm of being ironic-for-irony's-sake, and clever-for-clever's sake. If you ask me, he explicitly realizes his theme about half-way-through, and continues beating you over the head with it for the remaining 150 pages, despite his adamant resistance of meaning. I'm not usually a poo-poo-er, so I'll point out some good things: it does do a nice job considering identity and its consequences.
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