Like, I have read some books, man.
I’ve read some that have given people problems like Kafka
and a Lot of Pynchon and Infinite Jest and even that Olipo stuff. I read Joyce,
but never finished the Wake.
So I know for hard books. The books written by men that are
not meant to be enjoyable but may be a bit of an enigma. I studied Joyce, reading books about his books
and his bragging that in a century the professors would be stroking their chins
over his stuff.
That’s just where this book falls.
It’s not really bad. But it’s not good. The book is a
problem, waiting to be solved.
I don’t think I know the moves.
I may be too old to learn.
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