Jonathan Thomas

It’s absolute garbage, just like every other album written by and played by anonymous studio musicians and writers, who are the actual artists. This guy is a fucking cigarette butt with lipstick on it, and he’ll be dead and forgotten in a decade.

I love this book. That said a specter of revenge hangs over it: I'm not sure if tearing down someone with clear mental illness in a book length format is totally cool. If you live in Iowa City, the story isn't an anonymous as it is for most people. I understand why the author wrote what she wrote, but it seems a very ungenerous in places (to other characters, not the abusive girlfriend). The high concept stuff wasn't as integrated with the the longer story of domestic abuse. Sometimes it seems pretty tacked on, like having a chapter that is thematically linked to physics, but it really just has a sentence at the end about entropy (which, I'm sorry, to people familiar with math, is like not revelatory information as it would have been say 30 years ago). I think a great book should provoke thought and controversy and this book does it. Regardless of my critique, it's incredibly well written.

His facial hair is like pubes, and that’s the BEST thing about him.