When will I learn. Karen has told me to stop reading things for the sole purpose of being able to get rid of the book once I'm done, but I don't listen.
I gave this three stars, but now I think it only deserves two.
I picked this up yesterday while heading out to the post office. It looked innocent enough, well, it looked short. So I brought it. It wasn't until I was standing on line and was up next to be helped that I decided to read the back of the book....Chuck Palanhuick meets Nathaniel West, meets Philip K. Dick. Oh shit. I've really enjoyed two of Mr. Fight Club's novels, and generally I really like Philip K. Dick; and I didn't hate Day of the Locusts but these three people being mentioned together means trouble. In blurb speak this means that the book is most likely going to be episodic and slightly immature while having critiques of consumerist culture (Chuck P.), critiquing Hollywood (Nathaniel W.), and probably make no fucking sense and deal with multiple personalities, schizo shit and other things that can make a story either really awesome or more than likely a piece of shit (Philip K. D.).
I also noticed that it was written by the same guy who wrote Lit Life, a roman a clef (is that right?), about the publishing world that was just on the bearable side of terrible.
Actually this novel is pretty much the same story, as far as I can remember, of Lit Life, but instead of lampooning on New York literati, the target is superficial Hollywood and out of control technology.
For some reason this book wasn't as annoying as his earlier one. It wasn't a great book, but it was bearable. The critiques of Hollywood were kind of obvious and a little condescending. Maybe I'm just not in a very revolutionary mood today, but who gives a shit if Hollywood produces crap? Ignore it. It's really easy to do, Hollywood just isn't that important. Maybe the bubble I live in isn't the healthiest, but there is little that happens in the world of entertainment that I have any awareness of (unless it makes the cover of the tabloids, then I'm aware of it, but I can't say it does much for me), that it all just seems hugely trivial to me. And besides Hollywood has always produced tons of crap. Crap crap crap crap crap: the history of American movies. Yes there are good movies that have been made, and there still are, but there is also so much crap. Crap crap crap crap crap.
I don't know where I was going with this.
The book was bearable. Hollywood has historically created soooo much crap (at maybe a ratio of 15:1, as in fifteen crappy movies for everyone one good movie, but realistically the number is probably closer to 100 to 1, but do we include straight to video releases? I don't know, lots of crap though and a few gems mixed in). This 'review' is crap too. As am I, who refuse to learn my lesson and go back to reading books I might enjoy instead of books I'm pretty sure I won't enjoy and be willing to part with when I finish them.
crap.