You don’t just read Pynchon. You enter a hall of mirrors built by a man who refuses to show his face even when it’s "supposed" to be easy.
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You don’t just read Pynchon. You enter a hall of mirrors built by a man who refuses to show his face even when it’s "supposed" to be easy.
A novel that lives in that liminal space between fact and the stories we tell ourselves.
Intermezzo flirts with emotional depth, but keeps ghosting its own potential.
It’s rare that I say this, but 130something pages is the perfect length for such an oddball novel.
The more of himself Bret Easton Ellis incorporates to his novels, the better they get.
It doesn't matter whether you don't read "books where nothing happens". You're gonna like it.
It's ugly and jagged and tells you things you don't want to hear. It’s pretty great, really.
