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David James Keaton is Nick Hornby's long-lost evil, gaslighting brother.
Danger Slater makes dadaism (and mid-century monster movies) cool again.
Less Than Zero withstands the test of time and so does Bret Easton Ellis.
The memory of David Foster Wallace is fading, but his talent is still unsurpassed.
Don't judge this book by this (awesome) cover. Don't make this mistake.
If Jennifer Hillier was a musician, she’d write pop songs. But dark and edgy pop songs like Kate Bush or Robyn.
Come for the family name. Stay for the uncomfortable feeling that you've lived through these stories.
Seidlinger is never a walk in the park, but this one is uncomfortably rewarding.
They should have made us read this book in high school instead of making us watch AIDS prevention videos.
The new Michel Houellebecq is darker, but less snarky than his other novels. Maybe you didn’t think it was possible, but it is.
A searing, unforgettable novel about the inescapable loneliness of the modern condition.
