Let’s start with a very minor positive - this is a novel undeniably secure in its voice. At times, it brims with comic vigour and the novel never leaves you wanting for a joke, even if it very much favours quantity over quality. Vernon God Little is vivid and snappy and smart at points. Those points often require you to have undergone some sort of cranial lobotomy where you have forgotten that other, better writers, have made other, better versions of these exact points, but I digress. Vernon God Little is never boring. Infuriating, yes. Boring, no.

It is impossible to ignore the acrid bitterness of this book, its smug leering prose. The narrative voice, preening in its misplaced confidence that it is oh-so-smart and oh-so-raunchy, is full of swaggering condescension towards the people and the setting it has created. The joke is the people, and the people are the joke. This is the Nelson Muntz of novels, pointing and laughing, pointing and laughing because funny fat man fall down. I cannot remember the last book I read that had so little empathy for anyone on the page.

The most pressing issue is that this is a book about ‘The South’ written by an author who appears to have never been even as far as South London, and as such The South of this novel is populated with caricature rubes, idiots, losers and lotharios of all shapes and sizes (those sizes being universally overweight, of course, because ha ha, it’s the South.) Pierre aims for the loving mockery of Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces or Portis’ The Dog Of The South, but Vernon God Little never even approaches those novels’ warmth or depth of description, their surety in their local knowledge or their intimacy of tone. This is the novel about The South for people who saw one episode of Dallas and drew their conclusions from there. It’s Now That’s What I Call Dunces! The Novel!

Having failed to mount a nuanced critique of the many social injustices plaguing America, especially as it existed in the malaise of the post 9/11 period, it instead settles for the sneering judgement and snideness of tone so beloved of neoliberalism today. There’s not a huge gap from the “well, now who believes in global warming” reaction of many pundits following Hurricane Harvey to Pierre’s apparent belief that The South is filled entirely with hayseeds and harlots. Incidentally, this is a novel set in TEXAS whose only two Latino/Latina characters are both lying, smooth talking lotharios concerned only with fame and fortune. The fact that they are not named Jose and Jose-B is frankly astounding. The novel is mean and one-note and thumbs its nose at the first rule of comedy: punch up. This is a novel whose main thesis is that school shootings are bad and occur often and that Americans love a media circus. True, if also patently obvious. Its rejoinder to this is that it’d sure be funny if the investigating sheriff always had a barbecue stain on his dere bolo tie. It offers no solutions. It just sits there prodding your arm, trying to get your attention at how provocatively brave it’s being. It has nothing to say, and it delights in saying it. The audiobook should have been read by Bill Maher, nasally intoning “What? Too soon?” until the battery on your Kindle self-immolates.

Here is another note on the comedy in this book. Often, these characters, because they are from the South and ergo, stupid, will misstate common brand names or famous celebrities. Here are some of them: Brian Gumball for Bryant Gumbel, Tomberlans for Timberlands, Manual Cunt for Immanuel Kant. Did you laugh? Did the dying synapses in your brain fire off a last pinprick of energy at the thought of some rube thinking his name is GUMBALL? This happens approximately fifty times over the course of the novel. As Hannibal Buttress would say, “Ha ha ha. This sucks.”

Mostly, this novel is like talking to a man who warns you that he’s really fond of edgy jokes, only to find that all of them are “if you own an ATV, you might just be a redneck.” At this point, we should take all the British ‘enfant terrible’ writers like Pierre, Amis, and Liddle and just float them off to a nice island upstate where they can relax and use oldtimey racial slurs in peace like they so clearly want to do. I’m not asking this novel to have the depth or interest in the historical biases of justice of say, a James Baldwin or a Michelle Alexander. I am asking it not to do 300 pages of Paul Blart outtakes and ask the reader to consider this the height of satire.

Let me sum up this novel by paying tribute to its inimitable style: this novel is as fucken shallow as that Lada Gogo song. There are honky tonk bars in Rhode Island that understand The South better than this novel does.

This is the foulest book I have ever tried to read.

From the moment I picked it up, I was met with a barrage of offensive and distasteful content.

The language used was crude and vulgar, making it difficult to get through even a few pages.

The story itself seemed to lack any redeeming qualities, filled with pointless violence and immoral behavior.

I found myself constantly cringing and wondering why on earth I had bothered to start reading it in the first place.

It was truly a waste of my time and I would not recommend this book to anyone.

In fact, I would go so far as to say that it should be removed from the shelves and never seen again.

There are far too many good books out there to waste time on something as repulsive as this.

I will be sure to warn others away from it and hope that they do not make the same mistake as I did.

This book belongs to the category that I consider as 'American Filmic Male First Person'.

I have possessed it for a long time. However, I was deterred by the fact that the 'DBC' represents 'dirty but clean' and also because Pierre seemed like such an egotistical cockbadger on the radio. It is rather engaging, yet not quite engaging enough. It gives the impression that the author has watched a great deal of TV and movies, but has not read many books (except for Catcher in the Rye) or interacted with many people. I am astounded that it won the Booker Prize. Although they do have a tendency to award anything related to drugs or ethnic minorities; presumably, both are unknown territories to the judging panel.

It is indeed clever, but it reads as if the Simpsons producers had created an X-rated version about a school shooting, only with less well-developed characters.

The translation is very good and it's a rather interesting read.

To be honest, one shouldn't expect a "hunter in the life of a new generation", but if you liked "The End of the *Banal World" by Forsman or its Netflix adaptation, then also DiBiase Pierre might appeal.

There is something a bit more forced in his work and it's not as fatal, and yet.

Overall, it offers a different perspective and approach that could potentially吸引读者.

It might not have the same level of intensity as some other works, but it has its own charm and unique qualities.

Whether it will resonate with a wide audience remains to be seen, but for those who are interested in exploring different styles and themes, it's definitely worth a look.

People who have spent their formative years in Texas or similar environments might have had a much deeper appreciation for this book.

They would have been able to relate to the specific cultural references, the way of life, and the unique atmosphere that is described within its pages.

However, for those who lack this cultural context, the reading experience was mostly one of boredom and confusion.

Without the background knowledge and understanding of the local traditions, dialects, and social norms, many of the details and subtleties in the book would have been lost.

The story might have seemed disjointed and difficult to follow, leaving the reader feeling disengaged and uninterested.

It goes to show how important cultural context can be when it comes to truly enjoying and understanding a work of literature.

Vernon God Little, D.B.C. Pierre

The life of Vernon Little, an ordinary teenager residing in Martirio, Texas, takes a tragic turn when his best friend, Jesus Navarro, commits a heinous act of murdering their classmates in the schoolyard and then takes his own life. Vernon is subsequently taken in for questioning.

He cooperates fully with Deputy Vain Gurie as he was simply running an errand for a teacher, Mr. Nuckles, and had no involvement in the massacre. However, his perceived innocence begins to wane when his Mom's best friend, the food-obsessed Palmyra (Pam), arrives and, against Vernon's better judgment, whisks him off to the Bar-B-Chew Barn. This action allows the police to claim that he is a flight risk.

Eulalio ("Lally") Ledesma, who purports to be a CNN reporter, ingratiates himself with Doris, Vernon's Mom, and promises to assist Vernon in "shifting the paradigm" of his story. Instead, Lally betrays Vernon, and he is returned to jail pending a psychiatric analysis.

The novel "Vernon God Little" was first published on January 20th, 2003. It is the debut novel of Australian author D.B.C. Pierre and won the prestigious Man Booker Prize and the CWA Gold Dagger Award in the same year. It was also selected by The Guardian as one of the 100 best books of the 21st century. In Iran, it is known as "Vernon's Stinky Summer" and tells the story of the life of a teenager named Vernon who is arrested on suspicion of mass murder by his friend in Texas. With his inherent innocence and a gentle satire and a bold gaze, Vernon portrays the inmates of the maximum security prison as respectable human beings and interacts with the classic works of American literature with the help of the heroes of the story. Vernon's narrative is reminiscent of "Huckleberry Finn", and his rise and fall in life make him a modern-day "Huckleberry Finn".

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Finally, it's done after so many full moons. It's really something to read. The cover of the book claims that this novel is quite similar to Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. Well, Vernon's mouth is not that different from Holden's. It even makes me have an antipathy towards this kid and I stop reading for a while. But the issues raised in this book are actually really hot. Starting from bullying, school shootings, sexual abuse, a broken judicial system and social institutions, and the role of the media in social life.

Until two-thirds of the book, I just changed my mind about Vernon. When in the trial, how the 16-year-old boy's disadvantage is really visible, but it is turned around in such a way that he is declared guilty. I don't like Lally who can get the broadcast rights that vote for the execution of the death row inmate. Not at all. I'm a little happy (am I so bad?) when Vernon's trap successfully deceives that cheating person.

Overall, it's very important for school children to read, how bullying is so damaging that it makes people dare. I'm not saying that the victims of the shooting got what they deserved, but in a way they did. And Vernon just has to learn the hard way.

This was, like, extremely hilarious, God!

It was truly a moment that had me laughing uncontrollably. The situation was so absurd and comical that it was impossible not to find it funny.

Every little detail added to the hilarity, and I couldn't help but keep giggling.

It was one of those rare moments that just made my day and left me with a smile on my face.

Even now, when I think about it, I can't help but chuckle.

It was a truly unforgettable and hilarious experience.

Take Quinton Tarantino, Oliver Stone and Guy Ritchie,

combine them with a dose of acid, and you'll get a sense of what this book is like.

At times, I thought it was completely beyond belief, but I still found it extremely captivating.

The writing is exceptionally good, and the whole thing is completely strange.

I really enjoyed this Booker Prize winner, but I can also understand the readers who hated it.

It's a book that polarizes opinions, and that's part of its charm.

Some people will love the wild and crazy ride, while others will be put off by its eccentricity.

But regardless of how you feel about it, there's no denying that it's a unique and unforgettable read.

It's the kind of book that makes you think, and that's something that's becoming increasingly rare these days.

So if you're looking for something different, something that will challenge your perceptions and take you on a journey you'll never forget, then this is the book for you.

A lively and highly effective satire of American celebrity culture and its golden enabler, the media. This work presents very broad caricatures that are driven forward by always surprising plot developments, all through the use of vivid and imaginative language. At first, the premise didn't really catch my interest. However, as I delved deeper into the story, it gradually grew on me. It turned out to be an entertaining read that offers a unique perspective on the often absurd world of American celebrity and media. This book was even awarded the Booker Prize in 2003, which further attests to its quality and significance. It's a must-read for anyone interested in exploring the darker side of fame and the role of the media in shaping our perceptions.

This work is highly relevant to the current trends in media and material culture. It not only delves into the complex world of these trends but also presents a self-aware twist on the scapegoat archetype.

The development of Vern's language is truly remarkable as he gains wisdom about the thought processes of his pursuers. It is fascinating to observe how his language evolves and adapts as he navigates through this challenging situation.

The overall quality of this work is excellent. It is executed with great precision and speed, keeping the reader engaged from start to finish. The combination of relevant themes, a unique take on an archetype, and the engaging character development makes this a truly outstanding piece of work.

It is a must-read for anyone interested in media, material culture, or the exploration of human nature and the scapegoat phenomenon.

Of late, recommending 'Vernon God Little' to my mates has seemed like a religious ritual to me.

Sure enough, I had a great liking for this book when I read it approximately eight years ago. All that I could recall was that it was a dark humor set against the backdrop of the Columbine High School Massacre. I knew it was good, yet I wasn't entirely sure why.

So, I made the decision to give it another go during the New Year's Eve.

Why must I have liked this?

I seem to have a particular penchant for first-person narrations. The more the narrator cusses, the greater my liking for him/her. Vernon Gregory Little badmouths his mother to an extreme extent, which was a rarity in the books I have read. Don't misunderstand me; I love my mother. She is the last person I would disown even if I were pushed to that extreme. Still, the concept of 'the knife in your back that loved-ones could twist on a whim' is a refreshing paradigm shift, or rather a powerful dime shift :)

The jabs at the media, fast food, and anything contemporary are quite remarkable. The takeover of reality TV shows in the later part of the book is a brilliant satire, although it may not be entirely novel. Call me sick, but I laughed more while reading this book than with the combined works of 'P.G Wodehouse' and 'Jerome K Jerome'.

Oh yeah, the thought process exhibited in this book doesn't seem like that of a 15-year-old school kid. It is more like that of a 40-year-old person who is fed up with his fucked-up life and the people surrounding him. So what? Nobody else cusses like he does. I am positive that Holden Caulfield would be proud of this 21st-century specimen.

Not reading this book is not a sin. You might not miss out on much in your life. Just like not everyone needs to have a dreadful hangover on a Sunday morning. But the thrill is always there. After all, you only live this fucked-up life once!