Title: Unbearable
Product review: A randy and bibulous middle-aged author with writer's block who lived in Greenwich Village had a glorious inspiration: to write a novel about a randy and bibulous middle-aged author with writer's block who lives in Greenwich Village. (Excited yet?) Then, because he's such a swashbuckling modernist, he buried this threadbare conception under the thickest compost of stale literary in-jokes and mincingly precious archaisms that you've ever mucked through. The result is like being cornered at a cocktail party by a garrulous drunk with artistic pretentions who simply will not shut up, no matter how disinterested you act.
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