A review by carpentoid
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

2.0

The 50-100 pages or so where Charlie is developing intelligence is incredible, filled with character and compassion in a world that seems to be acting against its own values. However, the other couple hundred pages or so after he fully becomes smart turns into another book entirely, one that is mediocre and that everyone has read many times before. Every woman alive suddenly wants to have sex with him while Charlie is simply complaining about how terrible it is to be smarter than everyone. He essentially turns into Bukowski only much worse at writing prose. His mistreatment of the women in his life and the way they are all completely okay with it makes it painfully obvious that this book was written in the 1950s.

To summarize: the author is really good at writing dumb people.