This was given to me by a friend of the author's, whom I interviewed for Brooklyn Spaces. We all know how I feel about self-published gonzo (or whatever) novels, but I promised to read with an open mind.
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Recently I had a conversation with a friend of mine where we [huge nerd alert] were debating whether or not to capitalize the first word after a colon, and I admit I got kind of overly upset about people who do this, and I was like, "I don't mind creative styling, but not when it's just blatantly wrong," and then I kind of remembered how I have become way too anal about grammar and punctuation and all that shit since being a proofreader. It just really does actually bother me, in a way that is not normal. So when I read a self-published, clearly not edited book, I get all twitchy and pissed, which is stupid and unfair. I know it is. I know. But that doesn't mean I can help it, okay?
Gutterfish, despite my reservations, is a pretty good book. It's all drugs and drugs and Detroit and dealers being tough and sex and lots more drugs and questionable behavior all around, but if you like that kind of thing, you'll probably like this book. It's likely that a lot of it is true, or embellished truth, which is cool. Eduardo Jones really really likes metaphors, like seriously a lot, but lots of them are good. And other than that, the writing is mostly smart enough to get out of the way of the story/stories. I guess it's short stories, or more like fictional anecdotes? But anyway it's good.
It's also riddled with typos. If someone had slung me some money, I could have made this a much more correct book. But does that matter? Probably not to most people.