Title: A Heartbreaking Work of Stagging Self Indulgant Crap
Product review: After hearing so much priase for this book I eagerly looked forward to reading it. Boy was I wrong. There's a fine line between fresh writing and just poor writing that appears fresh, and I fear that this book falls into the latter category. The author is evidently full of a lot of hurt and is trying to exorcise some of it through his writing. The net effect is the whole book is one long whine of how the world 'owes him' just because he has suffered loss. The introduction and the "Mistakes We Knew We were Making" are jokey and try to sound "aren't we cool?" and instead just serve to be boring. There are elements of interesting story here that are just not developed - the story of the Might magazine arc is good, and should have been fleshed out more. I really wished that there was more to this book, but it's all someone trying to be the voice of a generation while having very little to say.
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