Michael Kuehn’s Reviews > Milkbottle H > Status Update

On one corner of 33rd and Lehigh knifehaired boys with rolledup muscles shuffle and shock and shinny around an icecream store with sidewalk tables in barbershop colors, and girls in candy skirts and lustresmeared legs jabber chips of tit and snuggles of spitspangled mouth into the scars of bluegold air left from the moving bites of the males, the icecream cones in melting white huts, and raspberry and orange and . .

"Milkbottle H forces the reader to learn how to read all over again." -- From another GR reviewer.

How true.

stumbling disoriented about a blackened room waiting for my eyes to adjust . . . my reading brain adjusting recalibrating during the first 100 pages of MILKBOTTLE H . . . I'm reading it like I imagine he wrote it, in nonstop bursts of energy . . . the prose carries me along, no chance to step off - what to compare it to? Joyce? no, won't play that game here. Original. . . he really can keep this up for 500 pages?

An explosion of words . . . formless? That's the reader's job. Endless rush of prose . . . time expands contracts . . . intoxicating, bewildering. So many words to describe this, and they all escape me . . . uncontainable.