I wish to thank the reviewer for this. It occurs to me that, the reviewer, while reading this crud which is truly only published because the author is either part of an inner connection with the pubishing house of some kind, plus the author must be young and hip, or because for some reason the virus is getting out of hand ... you know, the one that shuts the imagination down and allows shit to parade as art? Yeah, that's the one ...

I can't imagine reading something like this beyond the first page, which I actually did, and , well, after I began to doze someone knocked at my door and luckily I was able to answer the door with a straight face.

bravo for this review

the times book review just rightfully trashed it, too. He's cynical and just not that good and also weirdly never writes about homosexuality eventho he's a big mo.

First up, it's Branch BAcardi. Not sure how Bicardi made it through that spell check.

I like this book for mostly one reason. It's scientifically proficient, historically factual and it's dirty as all hell. While it doesnt stand up to his earlier works, it certainly brings him out of the lull that was Diary and well, Rant. It doesn't move like some of his other books, but it's pretty much a story contained within 2 rooms from the perspective of 4 people. I think he explored those rooms and personalities pretty well, at least with the limitations he created for the story itself. It is what it is, and it's only about 200 liberally spaced pages. I don't find that to be a flaw.

If you're a fan of Chuck, you will like this. It gets towards his descriptive writing style ala Fight Club. It's really quite funny in a dark and sick way. If you laughed at the movie "Happiness" you'll probably find yourself laughing, at least in the inside so no one thinks you're really sick.

I must say I was certainly entertained by this world that is about as foreign to me as the sport of Buzkashi. Especially when sent from the world of Chuck.