This is part of the continuing series of random book reviews that'll be nothing like a New York Times book review. Gone is the ten thousand word analysis. Instead, here is a book review like you'd tell your friends.
The book: Gary Shteyngart's Super Sad True Love Story.
[30 pages in]: Okay, a little funny. Fast paced, a bit unique. Lenny is whiny, but I can live with it.
[75 pages in]: Eunice is...unpleasant.
[110 pages in]: "Funny" is now on the side of a milk carton.
[145 pages in]: The last funny guy named Lenny was Lenny Bruce. And he's dead.
[210 pages in]: Is this supposed to be the blending of Fahrenheit 451 and 1984, or just the bastard of a blog entry and a Tiny Tim song?
[265 pages in]: I think Shteyngart is repeating paragraphs.
[266-300 pages in]: Yup, he's repeating paragraphs.
[352 pages in]: Alrighty. Time to place this in one of those book recycling bins.
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