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this book disappoints. at worst, the dialogue reads like The More You Know crossed with William Gaddis, at best, like an adolescent sentence fragment competition. i can barely discern any human features through scabrous layers of cultural and sexual cliche and the relevancy-motivated 'revelations' that only burden the reader the more they supposedly liberate the characters. the plot repeatedly endeavors to excite (or shock) the reader through related cliches, then disappoints by continually failing to sufficiently explore these Issues of the Day. I really wish the novel had simply focused its attention on schizophrenia and the relationships of twins.
concerning form. i am not otherwise familiar with lamb, so perhaps he has exercised stylistic and structural tricks elsewhere to better effect, but this book's fascination with folding, gluing, pureeing, microwaving linear progression does not shine any special light on the (ultimately simplistic) themes or (unnecessarily complicated) plot. trying to concentrate on the path(s?) of this book feels like sitting on an uneven bench and trying to keep a bowl of water from spilling while someone on the other end compulsively rocks the bench and tosses pebbles at my head. the book's devotion to narrative digression also fails to do it any favors. in the final 1/3 of the book, i will say that i was amazed to find myself *more* interested in the inexplicably-resurrected nested story than in the main narrative (the digression grew from a maddening diversion into a fascinating one but by no means redeemed the overall story--i might have even started wishing that the nested story was the *only* story).
as the story 'winds down,' addendums and revisions to the behaviors and circumstances of the characters mount on a geometric scale. if, like me, you get far enough into this book to start wondering if you should persevere simply to find out how it wraps up, i would like to hazard the advice that payoff is not directly proportional to time investment.
concerning form. i am not otherwise familiar with lamb, so perhaps he has exercised stylistic and structural tricks elsewhere to better effect, but this book's fascination with folding, gluing, pureeing, microwaving linear progression does not shine any special light on the (ultimately simplistic) themes or (unnecessarily complicated) plot. trying to concentrate on the path(s?) of this book feels like sitting on an uneven bench and trying to keep a bowl of water from spilling while someone on the other end compulsively rocks the bench and tosses pebbles at my head. the book's devotion to narrative digression also fails to do it any favors. in the final 1/3 of the book, i will say that i was amazed to find myself *more* interested in the inexplicably-resurrected nested story than in the main narrative (the digression grew from a maddening diversion into a fascinating one but by no means redeemed the overall story--i might have even started wishing that the nested story was the *only* story).
as the story 'winds down,' addendums and revisions to the behaviors and circumstances of the characters mount on a geometric scale. if, like me, you get far enough into this book to start wondering if you should persevere simply to find out how it wraps up, i would like to hazard the advice that payoff is not directly proportional to time investment.