Can a downtrodden male instructor at the Best Selling Writers School of Condon Heights, Connecticut, and a nutty call girl named Cathy who wants to share her experience in a scorching, fearless novel called Bedroom find True Love, happiness, big royalties and twenty-seven Oscar nominations in the cruel, heartless world of publishing and Hollywood?
fun, albeit one i'm not sure i was drunk enough to fully appreciate. failed middle-aged writer (heavy jay sherman vibes) toiling in correspondence school hell gets his daydream (or book? or life?) hijacked by the rest of the cast, flann style. the whole enterprise is awash in bloody marys & vodka frescas & if i had followed suit i may have been better equipped to overlook the glut of bog standard 70s racial epithets. still... for a book that begins & ends with suicide notes, p fun!
One of the most underrated books on this side of the universe. Filled with cynicism, self-loathe, dispassionate eroticism, absurdity, misunderstood love, and the Hollywood-tainted American Dream, this book is for the everyman: for laughing, and possibly killing himself.
The opening chapter, a small masterpiece of comedic despair, had me thinking I might have an unsung classic on my hands, but then the main narrative began and shifted into a more absurd ostensibly satiric mode a la Terry Southern and Robert Klane only punctuated with kneejerk, often fairly un-pc broadsides against the young/women/minorities making it feel like the book had been hijacked by a witty, cultured Archie Bunker (or maybe Bill Buckley with a smaller stick jammed up his backside), and a good deal of charm was lost. Still, there are enough bon mots and well-crafted cri de coeurs here to make worth reading, although I wouldn't go to any great lengths seeking it out.
I honestly think it had potential. While I did enjoy Axelrod's writing, I believe the protagonist was the most annoying moron I've ever met in literature. I wish there was no romance "plot". Mainly because Harvey was a freaaak.
Satire amusante, rythme enlevé dans sa 1ere partie, sacarstique et qui drive vers le grotesque et franchement n'importe quoi sur la fin. Dommage, malgré tout un livre léger distrayant qui se lit très vite et qui fait sourire.