Title: The Emperor Has No Clothes!!!!!!
Product review: If I could rate this book a negative 5, I would. At a time when hardly anyone knows the work of John Fante, when Gerald Kersh is out of print and unread, when works like It Happened In Boston? and I Capture the Castle, are only now being rediscovered, when Budd Schulberg and Jose Donoso slip into obscurity, along comes a staggering work of mediocrity to take America by storm. This book isn't funny, or ground-breaking, or smartly written; it isn't even good. It is self-conscious, cutesy, and pretentious. Publishers should hang their heads in shame. Soon, they'll be publishing the stories of eight-year-olds who can't write for their fifteen minutes of fame. Whoop-di-do! Lap it up, people. Let your tastes sink to the level of network television. Let other countries bring us writers like Marquez, Octavio Paz, Neruda, Saramago, Fowles, Angela Carter--meanwhile, we here can revel in our smug, self-satisfied mediocrity, and Eggers can laugh all the way to the bank.
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