Status Updates From Walk Me to the Distance

The Vietnam War Allegory that has been standing conspicuously, only half-in-the-shadows, this whole time has finally stepped out into the spotlight, or at least threatened to.

I fucking dig it, man. It makes this whole, messy, ugly little novel finally cohere a little thematically in a way that’s actually really satisfying, now that I kinda get the angle it’s taking.

Takes a really special talent to write a story about *this much* of a shithead and have it still be this compelling; have me hanging on all its developments, anticipating all its conclusions; rendering him just as complexly as the colorful cast of small town aw-shucksers.

Some Scorsesian work from Everett here.