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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 28, 2024 1:17:33 GMT
The Ticket That Exploded (1962)
0/10.
Made it to page 5. Just a mess of shit dialogue and oooh aren't I being shocking stream-of-consciousness twaddle.
1962, I guess someone had to be shocking. Too bad it was a guy who got high and couldn't write for shit. Guess there's a reason this fraudulent dingus isn't spoken of with the Updike's and Roth's and Vonneguts. Dudereeno couldn't write for toffee. Get over yourself buddy. Writing "orgasm addict" 5 times in the first 5 pages just cos it gives your high-as-fuck cock and ballz the jollies dont mean it makes a lick of rock and roll sense to the rest of us.
Skimmed through the rest of the book and it was a total mess. A shambolic torrent of shapeless shiftless self-indulgent shartblastery written seemingly for the edification of the author and hisself alone.
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