Title: How to make the reader whore melancholic
Product review: Disappointing. Apparently not Marquez' masterpiece. Not enough about [...], too much about music, aging, bicycle, and a lugubrious pimp. And apparently not enough melancholy either. Contrary to other readers, the subject matter does not disturb me, albeit difficult. In fact, the novella would be a hazardously illuminating literary feat if the narrator follows through with the protagonist's unflinching sexual appetite (in other words, failure to consummate) from the very beginning...rather twisting his pillars of yearning into some rambling barren sentimental crap.
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