You know that road trip you've always wanted to take? (Maybe you've taken it already and if so, I am jealous of you.) You know that road trip you're always planning, the one where you drive a beat-up, gorgeous, car full of books and old clothes, and mix tapes and takeout containers and random souveneirs of americana, through america, maybe by yourself or maybe with one or a few of the people you love most in the world? And you take polaroids of yourself and your wear ripped up jeans and drive barefoot and wear big hunter s.
If however, the book begins to bug you and you cant figure out why and yet you cannot put it down.snort.
Actually, all you need to do is read some Thoreau and then visit your local "adult" bookstore. Its the only way to "get it." Of course, if you really love goats and metaphors about dirty greek deities and non-stop phallic references and explicit but pseudo-lesbianism, you will not need to preform the aformentioned snorting. The basic plot is bullshit.buuuuut read between the lines. Its worth reading- its entertaining at least. The juxtaposition of graphic gross-yam pudding-while-balling with-old-chinese-men-sex and the brilliant and enlightened way in which TR philosophizes is maddening. It will stump you for days, and on the fifth day you will realize that TR is just what he appears to be.a gifted and obscenely talented ASS. You will walk away from this novel not only because it is gross, (or because you have pieces of Tim Robbin's genius on your face), but also because you wont be able to figure out why someone so apparently gifted would write about this trivial crap. He is a creative literary genius and he throws it in your face all throughout this book.
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