Title: An unbearable work of staggering self-absorption
Product review: If you are looking for yet another book by someone who thinks their own disappointments in life are worse than yours and that venting one's furious anger and bitterness on paper is not only good therapy for the writer but of interest to the vast book buying public, here is the latest installment in the long stream of books by self-absorbed gen X'ers. I think the author knew that the only way he could get away with feeling sorry for himself and claim it as literature was to mock his own writing of it. The whole thing is annoying - like having to listen to a spoiled, angry street kid in a juvenile detention center for an entire afternoon without giving in to the impulse to slap him in the face for being such a screw up and such a whiny wimp. Do you want to listen to someone else's raging murderous fantasies?...
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