Sprawling and occasionally over-exuberant tale of a NYC public defender who gets drawn into a heist. Beneath the dazzling pyrotechnics and boxing stuff there's a beating heart and real anger. I found it very readable once I'd got into it.
Sprawling and occasionally over-exuberant tale of a NYC public defender who gets drawn into a heist. Beneath the dazzling pyrotechnics and boxing stuff there's a beating heart and real anger. I found it very readable once I'd got into it.
As I read this, I couldn‘t help but wonder how Sergio De La Pava is not more famous....
It‘s a long novel that doesn‘t feel as long as its heft would indicate. Riotous and ridiculous, it‘s right there in the postmodernist vein of Pynchon and so on.
And the other thing I wanted to say is with this being about a public defender, and with my having to look up stuff constantly to figure out what he was talking about—I learned SO much!
Of course the before-noses look fine. If they didn‘t, you the viewer might be able to distance yourself from the patients. Instead, the idea is that you, the viewer, will look at your nose differently after seeing this ad. In other words, you thought your nose was fine, until you saw this ad and saw all these noses that look similar to yours, being labeled before-noses in need of repair. The advertising doesn‘t address a need, it creates it.
Recently started reading this book I‘ve long wanted to read and I am LOVING it so far. (100 pages in.) It‘s kind of challenging though; reminds me of reading “Infinite Jest,” but easier than that.