Georgia | Listener Since 2009
There comes a point for any good artist, where in their performance they must back off of their talent and come back to the basics in order not to lose sight of their main objective. I compare this book to listening to a great guitarist doing nothing but playing one long a&* solo for ten hours straight. The first twenty minutes you think, this is great... then you have the same pointless performance for another 9 hours and 40 minutes. ..... DRONE......
I want story, not your random thoughts flung across the page. If this guy was published for that, then someone get my name out to a publishing house. My cover letter.....
Today, the intercity traffic was yellow. Cars flowed by on the street and fragmented along in the reflections of the glass skyscrapers as if they were salmon fighting their way upstream. Mrs. _______ approached the edge of the sidewalk and glanced down at the tips of open-toed shoes. They were forest green, but she swore that she had put on a pair of red shoes this morning. Matter of fact she swore that this morning was still in its process of taking place. Wasn't it? Had she even rolled out of bed yet?
She couldn???t remember.
A passing car's horn brought her attention back to the street. The little white man in the black box across the road began to blink, and the group of pedestrians that stood around her stepped down from the curb. She stepped to the street and faulted and watched the three lead people in the group walking away from her. Her shoes where now white....n blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...... this goes on for about another six pages and then for the ending.
Mrs.____ returned to sleep.
Who cares! Pointless just like this whole series of short stories.
Waste your talent on someone else next time.
This book held my attention and put me right there at the airfield with the protagonist, though it did drag in a few spots and spawn a love interest that seemed to have no place in this kind of story other than to give this tale a bit of happy for those that need that sort of thing.
Other than that, it was a fun read.
As others have noted, there is no real story here, just an author with a dictionary for a foundation of vocabulary knowledge and the poetic means to use it in a hypnotic sense. Blood Meridian pulls both the above concept and a great story together that allow McCarthy's words to spill out gore onto the page in tantric swipes of page turning horror and interest. This, while still along the same lines as that, fails to do so since the story just kind of mimics the flow of a river by meandering around bends until it just ends. Simply put, there is no driving force, no goal or underlining current that is there for the main character to achieve.
Did I like it?
Even with the above.... Yes.
Would I recommend it?
Yes. It is worth the listen just to see/hear a truly great writer flinging massive amounts of talent out across the blank page.
This book is a fun ride back into the land of old where witches dwelled and spells were cast and kings ruled men and woman were merely sex objects and everyone reeked of piss and shit. By the way... if that offends you, then this book is NOT for you. :-) There are a lot of curse words in here. However, they are well played and hilarious if you don't mind a bit of the ol' "kiss my ass" type of talk.
The story itself plays out into a nice adventure of a fool and what more could one ask for then maybe a skirt or two to shag with when the sun goes down and the king's temper is short.
Tom Wolfe, Hunter S Thompson, and David F Wallace... There are just a few authors (journalist) that deserve to have their words stand long after the living have forgotten their faces and the world in which the words were penned has moved on. These guys and a handful of others deserve that right to live on into future.
There are four stories here and the Adult convention coverage story is worth the price of the book. Based on that painted horror of narrative, one needs to only halfway listen to understand that something is terribly wrong with the counterculture of the adult industry. Wallace shows us the truth of the misguided and mislead men and women that bare it all for the camera and what he reveals is not the golden rump in the haystack, but the basement rape of innocence and humanity... and I like porn (however, not nearly as much after listening to Wallace's account of the AVA in Vegas).
The Sept 11 account paints a wonderful picture of middle America on a beautiful late summer's morning and the horror that rocked the world. It captures a lot of the disbelief that such hatred and horror could find us on our own home turf and the despair of knowing that peace would now never be a possibility in this life time.
Buy the book. You will enjoy it.
This book, while centered around an idea that grabs one's attention, fails to contact with the fastball the author wanted to throw the reader. It drags. I listened to this over a few months ago and could not even tell you how it ends. Not that I didn't finish the book, I did. I couldn't tell you how it ends, because by that time, I had already mentally checked out of the story. So, proceed with this warning. Do you want to spend the next 17 hours of your life listening to something that you, if like my case, may not remember three months down the road?
For a good book, one needs: a compelling story, at least two good characters, a handful of wisdom, a twist of the norm or a lead that defines normal behavior. Mix all these together and wait for a publishing house to realize your mad work of genius and then do two months of touring and signing and then pray to the gods of literature to be merciful.
Well, Chuck P. has that recipe and a few more inside this book. It starts off with a "grab your attention situation" and then develops into a "that lead character is very strange" type thing which then develops into a "is society that much like a herd of cows" and then it comes full circle and finishes where it began.
It's worth a listen. I, myself, have heard it twice now and both times combined were well spent.
I will say that I do like Kurt Vonnegut's style and more than a handful of his books. His way of writing is like an old friend with sad news that will tell it to you straight. The story itself was Ah... hard to determine.
I liked certain parts. I liked the writing, but the story feels as though it's missing something. It's interesting, but there is something missing.... I don't know what it is.
Am I glad I listened to it?
Will I again sometime in the future.
At the age of seventeen, I read the gunslinger. It was the first book I had ever picked up and finished for nothing more than enjoyment. This is the book that taught me that reading is, as they say, fun.
If you find samurai warriors and western cowboys interesting and honor and code to be something that we should all follow, then this is the book for you. I've read it three times and listened it at least five or six. The story is great and it only gets better as the books continue until the seventh and final book. I think, if you read this first book and find that you like Roland's character and the world he moves around in, then you are in for a hell of a ride over the next six novels.
Finally, someone that comes close to style of Hunter's rhythm and pitch and tone. Scott Sowers is an awful narrator of Thompson's work, but Phil Gigante comes as close to perfect as anyone we are likely to hear. The first two hours of the book are great. The letters between Jann Wenner and Hunter are pieced together wonderfully and make you feel as though you were standing over the shoulder of Hunter as the days wore on and he banged them out on his godforsaken type writer.
The book, however, takes a bit of a dip once it gets into the articles. Most of them are the same articles that run in other published works from hunter over his last years.
However, if you've never read any other recently published Hunter books, then you will find these articles to be very interesting-- which, by the way, they still are even hearing them for about the three time.
Overall, I rate it a 4... 5 for the Phil Gigante (PLEASE REDO HIS OTHER BOOKS ON HERE) I've read Fear and Loathing in Vegas three or four times over the past eight years and consider it in my top three favorite books of all time and would love to own a copy of you reading it.
I just didn't care. The circus was interesting, but I could care less about the rest of the story. Maybe I wasn't paying close enough attention, but after the first half I have no desire to finish the story.
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