Review: What is this I don't even
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 03 20, 2014
I've gone on the record as a fan of this author before and it keeps on being justified and confirmed by everything I read by him. I need to read American Psycho, but apparently this is American Psycho: the readable version. I don't know about that, but it's definitely a member of the power-porn genre: media about financial or political shenanigans that also involves lots of sex. Think House of Cards, Game of Thrones--the TV version, specifically--or Mad Men.The thing about this is that it pulls no punches. The prose is slick, biting, and acerbic. The humour is black as the protagonist's soul. It takes no prisoners and makes no apologies. It's...wow. The funny thing is, it's kind of like Fifty Shades of Grey--if it was about Christian, bereft of simpering Ana, and if he was really a psychopath.I can't even really poke holes in the writing. I mean, sure, it probably has flaws, but they're stitched into the hemlines of a custom-tailored suit so well that I can't see them. I will say that it's not for shrinking violets and explores some hella transgressive themes, so if swearing, murder, sexual assault, and kinky sex scare you off, it's not the book for you. And you are missing out.Buy the living daylights out of this. This author has made inroads into Palahniuk's batting range, if you will pardon the mixed metaphors. It's that good.