postmodernblues's Reviews (465)

"YES I'M PARANOID- BUT AM I PARANOID ENOUGH?"

How do I go on reading after a book like this? How do I go on living?

This is my favorite book and I knew that long before I finished it. And yet I cannot synthesize my thoughts coherently. The experience of this book is like nothing else and fuck, man, I just really loved it. It's the postmodern world laid bare. It's fucking horrifying and underlying all of it is addiction: addiction to everything that gives us pleasure. I've never read a more American book and I doubt I ever will. Holy shit I really just... I loved it.

The way he described Toronto in the 70s as "Paris in the 20s" is just the most succinct way you could put it. Just the most brilliant comic minds all hanging out in shitty basements and doing shows and characters that would one day become legendary.

If there's one thing about Starsky and Hutch it's that they WILL flirt with each other during a crisis...

This book has some interesting stories, and is by no means poorly-written, but it only ever really tells one side of the story. It accepts the ludicrous luxury as good and right, presumes the capitalistic nature of Las Vegas as utterly gospel, and never examines the lows, the depravity, the destitution- in other words, the rest of the city. I love LV as a literary landscape and I had a great time learning about how certain aspects of LV life are facilitated, but very little was done to examine these facilitations, their fallout, or what it means for Las Vegas to be what it is. In other words, it's a light read, but not a terribly compelling one. I'd hesitate to take its analytical lense completely seriously. It seems like the kind of thing that was paid for by the LV local government for promotional purposes and less like the effort of someone wanting to get at the heart of a truly intriguing city.

Not as good as the first one. Copies whole passages straight from the first one, in fact. To be honest, these novelizations are like what the show would be without Paul Michael Glaser's and David Soul's tender homoerotic touch.

I love being a lit student!