Two bits I especially liked:
The long, rhythmic and unpunctuated switchbacks of these lines will be compared to Thomas Bernhard and Elfriede Jelinek—and their frequent, joyous obscenity reminds of Kathy Acker—but the sheer inflammatory shallowness belongs exclusively to Zambreno, as does the comic timing of lines like, “There are angel soaps and little angels on the guest towels (which you are not supposed to use)…” (27)
The book does not make one feel better, it shows how feeling better is a deception, and it asks, why this need to make one’s self a fool? Not everything we read will act like this—and if this book came up in a workshop, the instructor would spontaneously combust—but those that do perform the essential social task of undermining piety.
Also, here's a fantastic customer review on Amazon.com. The books haven't technically been processed yet at Amazon, although the page is up. If you have the book and read it and liked it it would be great if you could review it on Amazon or Goodreads!Also if you're looking to buy a book you can on SPD!
I'm so sorry for just posting prostitution stuff for the novel, technically this week I am supposed to start the essay collection. Which means I am curled in the fetal position all day, dry-mouthed, watching crap TV on the Internet.