Title: A review by Regina V. Dudley, a reader of YEARS OF RAGE
Product review: Breathtakingly insufferable. Self-importance and satire are usually uncomfortable bedpartners on a page, but I can see how a literary project of this nature could make a fertile pairing of the two. Unfortunately, in this case, the one has become so bloated that the other has been rolled right off the bed; a (not necessarily very) observant reader will quickly discover what exactly it is I mean. As for the prose on offer in this jeremiad, there are moments that truly strain credulity with regard to their audacity. The problem is, we're talking more about the purse-snatcher kind of audacity rather than the Bret Easton Ellis kind of audacity. Other than that, it's OK.
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