Am I correct in assuming that was- please stay seated, am I correct in- sir! SIT. Half past my ass and a quarter to the balls. Yes, I see here that surviving contestants report hearing someone yell, prior to depressurization. “Under conditions of respiratory distress brought on by the internal contradictions of Capitalism and resulting stagnations.” You brought this, frankly massive, machine for Light Amplification Through Stimulated Emission of Radiation, into the tenth annual interstellar penis puppetry competition and proceeded to utilize said machine of menacing, no, cartoonish, bulk, in the materialization of your murderous intent, by, yes, compromising hull integrity while contestants were making their, ah, members into wristwatches? Tell me again why you smuggled a laser, used by militant megafauna interventionists in cardiac ablative procedures performed on, uh, said fauna- it says here. OPERATIONS (NEURO ONTOLOGICAL GESTICULATIONS OF GENERALLY INEFFECTUAL NATURE), SMUT DREADNAUGHT OF TECHNICOLOR FETISH FLEET, SHOULDER OF ORION TANNHÄUSER GATE, CONVERSATION PROCEEDING OFF AND ON DAYS AFTER MURDEROUS ‘FLUFFER KERFUFFLE’ UP TO ABOUT 2329H., TUESDAY 12TH OCTOBER YEAR OF THE GIANT TANUKI SUIT CONTRACEPTIVE. SELECTED SNIPPET FROM THE INDIVIDUAL-RESIDENT-INFORMAL-INTERFACE HOURS OF J. and i didn't hate it, it just left me feeling defeated, in the sense of "why doesn't my brain work within this context?" i don't know where i am and i don't like it.Īgain - if you like this kid of writing, you will probably dig this - everyone else seems to. I can stomach the bizarro, in small doses, but when i have to read nearly 400 pages of it (although it is oddly-spaced and there are pictures so it is not as daunting as it might sound), my brain just starts to be sad. and the scene changes and character's mutations all take place in this alice in wonderland world populated by animal-people and the capital-w weird. it is stream of consciousness AND surreal/bizarro AND stylistically playful with phonetics and fun with fonts AND philosophical battering. this one is just too frenetic for my poor reader-brain.
it doesn't bother me if the story is multi-narrative or even fragmented, as long as i have a chance to situate myself. and it's not that it isn't a fun book or an enjoyable book, it really boils down to my values as a reader. Basically, what i learned from this book is if you accept drugs from a homeless fellow, you will be subjected to a very long headache.Įveryone seems to have looooved this book more than i did.
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