kevin

i'm a libra

...quaint?

title > content

another reminder of the true costs of comfort.

it did feel that the author was feeling his role in the “story” at times a bit much, tho.

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nature/nurture stuff.

also, I'm never going out in the snow.

Economic anxiety. I now thirst for tsipouro.

also, very nice book construction.

eh.. the writing is kinda lacking, but, y'know.. points for being written in 1924 and laying some sci-fi foundation.

oh, pairs well with “THX 1138”.

are the reviews on the first couple pages fabricated?

wavered between 3 and 4 stars for me while reading and I hate that I can't help but think this way while reading, now.

I def leave dirty pots and pans on the stove.

i should have been a priest.

I'd like to believe in a version where Lee and Sam Hamilton elope and wander the world.

i think i'm missing something

nice meandering

well, the dream-like language and fantastical imaginings reminded me a bit of Borges, except without a lesson to be learned.

Though, I fully admit I may be too dense for this work.

The last paragraph would add half a star to my rating.

i liked the part about his blue jeans

i've only watched about two seasons of ‘Mad Men' but I assume this is the route it takes.

couldn't help reading Pyle with a British accent.

I'm sure there's some kind of allegory here that I'm missing....

the lives in lives

fairly dry, though I did occasionally care about the protagonist's journey. oh, and the ending was pretty damn sad...always a plus.

crust punks are people, too

i guess it'd be pretty cliché to say “the more things change, the more they stay the same...“

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I went to Church.

sometimes. What I think is, you're supposed to leave