I picked up this book along with Keith Gessen's book (about with the less said the better) based on an LA Times story about young New York literary editors and their brand new novels. From the story I was expecting a book in the sort of early Roth or Bellow vein of brilliant if self-indulgent navel-gazing (for that, see Gessen) - but it turns out this is the craziest novel I've read since reading Calvino and Borges in college.
I'm not sure this is the best novel Mr. Rich is going to write, but it's pretty damn good.
I had mixed feelings about this. It started out very promising - I really thought I'd hit on a major new favourite writer discovery.
Don't quite know how to describe this book...it's certainly different and unique.
Rich's style of writing is very poetic, which I enjoyed. The story itself was very weird.
The writing is OK but the story is too complicated. It skips around so much, even within one characters storyline, that you feel that parts are missing.
See my reviews at the Las Vegas Review-Journal's Book Nook at www.lvrj.
Started strong but lost momentum midway.
