This is a sad book for sad intellectual boys and I happen to be one.
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It’s rare that I say this, but 130something pages is the perfect length for such an oddball novel.
The meditation of someone between life and death. Between the present and the past.
The more of himself Bret Easton Ellis incorporates to his novels, the better they get.
It doesn't matter whether you don't read "books where nothing happens". You're gonna like it.
There’s a lot going on here, but you need an appetite for conceptual shenanigans.
Small Town Horror is a terrible title for a novel, but it's also quite honest.
