![]() I'd put this on my to-read list ages ago after pillaging a beloved professor's Amazon reviews, and reviews by terrifyingly-literate-Eric-of-the-drink-and-wide-smirk have recently pushed Hollinghurst back into my mind. But it doesn't taste good.Īnyway, riding back home half-drunk from a novelistically bad party, I opened The Line of Beauty, and started to read. I keep drinking this shit because I have to. That Martin Amis is like some synthetic creamer, with an artificial flavor that's kind of alluringly disgusting. It might take the edge off, but not nicely, and with some of this stuff I think I might be better off drinking the coffee black. But for some reason everything I pick up lately's been unsatisfying, like skim milk or soy. So lately my life does seem like a pot of thick, scalding acrid coffee I read books in the hope that they'll help me choke it down. I started this last night, heading home after one of the most dreadful evenings in recent memory. ![]()
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