Scotter Libby - The Apprentice
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Mon Dec 11 22:30:21 CST 2006
http://www.amazon.com/Apprentice-Novel-Lewis-Libby/dp/0312284535/sr=8-1/qid=1165896736/ref=pd_bbs_1/105-7826481-9650813?ie=UTF8&s=books
One of the reviews:
"Now we know what Lewis Libby doodles on his yellow pad when Vice
Presidntial staff meetings get too boring. Boyhood dreams of treasure
hunts and bad guys. And bestiality. And smallpox. In Japan. In a big
snowstorm. Or something.
Yes, it is this incoherent, one of the oddest, densest, most
frustrating works of prose to hit the literary scene in years. The
novel's synopsis on the back cover is far more compelling than the
book itself--promising an "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" scnenario,
with the inhabitants of a rural Japanese hotel wondering if each of
the refugees from a furious blizzard might carry disease, or worse,
into their midst.
So there's an idea here. And a darn good publicist. But the most
interesting thing about the body of the work is that it functions as a
metaphor. The writing style, plotting, and characterization combine to
create a blizzard of verbiage every bit as deadly and oppressive as
the snowfall the book describes in excruciating, interminable detail.
About ten pages into "The Apprentice," after you've suffered through
the glacial pace and stultifying sentence structure for several
paragraphs, don't be surprised to find yourself daydreaming about
something more lively, like the sight of Harry Reid scolding the
Senate appropriations committee about earmarking on C-Span last
night."
Has anyone actually read this? Perhaps he's the unsung postmodern
hero of our era. Or just batshit fucking crazy.
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