Victor’s Reviews > The Stories of Bogey > Status Update

this feels like a surrogate for the boyhood I missed out on i wont lie

"Maybe I should start my own church. I could call it Mount Misfortune. We'd sing nursery rhymes and eat rocks."

Obsessed with the anecdote about blowing up a mailbox and stealing pot, Frank is a dickhead and Bogey is iconic for this

literally FORCIng myself to go to bed this shit goes absolutely crazy if you like weird fiction and memoir hybrids you will LOVE this, the prose is absolutely tongue-trippingly gorgeous

"Love I see only in terms of estrangement. I am more comfortable in parsing the details of failed affections than in reveling over the reality of easy love, what some call selfless love, what Christians call grace... I am blind to Jody and the wife who loves him and whom he loves in return. And the cold observer's eye I require to do this work of seeing broken love, it necessitates immeasurable loneliness." OW

this shit is breaking my heart man im not even a quarter in 💖