okay i see the vision. the problem is that dean koontz is not quentin tarantino despite how much he tries to convince himself of it. this is like the 3rd book in a row of his where he makes a character with autism secretly know the secrets of the universe please dean leave them alone
this was an excellent depiction of poverty, drug abuse, and dealing with living in a big city! her prose is excellent and so emotionally intense, while simultaneously allowing you a glimpse into her that feels almost friendly. i find it best said by the city of berkeley’s mayor in 2004 on Julia, “She gives us a voice when ours vanishes. She gives voice to the homeless, the street performers, the merchant, the coffee drinker, friends and foes alike, and her words, like a sharp knife, cut deep into the truth. She describes us as full of life, and love, and heartache. She makes us honest. We, the eccentric, the lonely, the broken are given a voice.”
absolutely heartbreaking and inspirational and real. an incredibly essential read for truly every american. “for the salvation, liberation, and freedom of our people, we will not hesitate to either kill, or die!”
i know guys put the pitchforks down. i fucking love hannibal okay but this collection included some of the most poorly written essays i’ve had the displeasure of reading. aside from the occasional poor writing (and in one instance literally getting facts wrong), there seems to be a sort of bryan fuller blowjob competition, where he can do no wrong in seemingly any of these “authors” eyes. i feel this takes away from any possible critique, and makes this collection feel a little flat when i can personally think of many criticisms one could lay upon bryan. aside from these negatives, some of these essays did really get me thinking, and because of that and my hannibal bias i suppose it’s okay.
this was simply too wide in scope for me and i personally need a little bit more hand holding when it comes to centuries past, felt like i walked into a lecture 2 months into class.