Title: The finest example of formalism I have ever seen...
Product review: The packaging is excellent, dazzling, but artfully chosen...An informative read, but falls miserable steps short of genius...Its tenuity easily unfolds to an observant eye...Visible lack of nuance...No extraordinary display of subtlety... Entertaining throughout, however...Chock-full of disturbing musings, and articulate, dotty reminiscing...His previously lyrical trademark of cryptic imagery and metaphor abound here as well, and are fittingly egocentric... Conclusion: With its emphasis on the art department once again, Manson becomes our favorite Thespian. Dangerously charismatic, he is an arrow of dry wit -- unsheathed, and ready to strike. Yet his aim remains pitiably poor. This is no Beelzebub, folks. Simply raffish, teenage hearthrob. The book is a misnomer, and I suggest Memoirs of a Megalomaniac. CChaxes
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