Jacob Delaney’s Reviews > The Winter of Frankie Machine > Status Update

"like being frozen in some perpetual Junior High Time warp. The conversations were always about sex, food, farts, girls, small dicks, and homos."


1956 or 2026 humans evolve slower than we like to believe

Noir isn't my usual choice, but the 2006 writing is a snapshot in time often glossed over.

Disillusion rarely comes soon enough