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The third part of a trilogy that began with The Membranous Lounge, lurched uncomfortably to the left with Bleak Holiday, now coughs across the finish line with Leaves from the Smorgasbord-32 sugary pieces of fiction typed by 100 monkeys in a cold gymnasium. Leaves from the Smorgasbord explores madness, disease, deformity and dogs. It lays bare the uncomfortable lessons of damp dreams, aspirin intoxication and the stippling pattern of gun residue on a glossy forehead. It is a modern example of the, "Hey! There's a used Band-aid in the breadcrumbs!" genre of fiction. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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This story was strange for me because it was short, consisted solely of dialogue, yet I felt like I knew Don at the end. I had the sense that even though there was no way I could really make such an assertion, Don was the sort of man who, even after being set up for cruelty, would not hang up the phone should another person call in the middle of the night, needing someone to talk to. I don’t think Don was ultimately bothered much – he was probably just relieved to learn no one was really in any sort of trouble. Don is sort of a placid lake onto which tiresome stones were skipped but ultimately his surface would smooth out once more. Don is a stable mooring to which the other stories are secured, keeping the reader from drifting out into a miserable sea of bad, baffling and surreal behavior.
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