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Summary: Whens it time to pay the bill??
Review: This is an awesome little book! If you ever were new in a big city when young, you probably knew a Tad Allagash. Or waking up, feeling like dogmeat, after a night of partying hard, trying to avoid the dawning sunlight, walking past a milk company, knowing a full workday was ahead. Been there, done that. The best revenge is living well......
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Summary: Not as good as Easton Ellis but still worth a read.
Review: I thought this was an okay book, but I don't think he is as able to capture the feeling of 80's alienation or matterialism Brett Easton Ellis was able to capture in his first three novels (despite what Ellis says, "The Informers was WORSE than "Less Than Zero," not better). Although most people think this is his most important book, I think "Last of the Savages" and "Story of My Life" are infinately more enjoyable, albeit VERY pedestrian (what I mean is: fast reads whith little education to draw from them. God forbid he should be put on a college reading list!)
Despite my enjoyment of something "new" (or "newwish" as the case seems to be) reading novels in the second person can end up being more borring than Brett Easton Ellis's "Glamorama".
P.S. Easton Ellis is one of my favorite authors (along with Joan Didion [fiction AND nonficton ((except for "Democracy")) and Flannery O'Connor.]
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Summary: Stylistically Smart
Review: It should be read, if only for the technical skill used in creating it. The fact that I found it tragically hilarious and reminiscent of certain friends was also a plus. A useful antidote to the "Friends" vision of New York City life.
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Summary: A Light-Weight Anecdote
Review: This book should be good for a roundtrip subway ride. It seems to be the inspiration (while itself derivative) for other "young-man-in-NY" stories, including Davies's Frog King. The narrator is a nameless second person voice in yet another story of anonymous Ivy League (proper names omitted) post-collegiate limbo. I get rather tired of reading about these singular rehashings of the well-educated but immature and self-absorbed aspiring writers forever stuck in their all-encompassing artistic and spiritual block. I am also sick of the over-represented 'dream of writing' - a tired and lazy choice of occupation because of its ambiguous objectives and mystical artistry. Come on, friends, let's write about something far more fascinating and esoteric than deceptively vacuous hobbies. There is little story, and what story there is is of little interest. This book, while eliciting smiles at times, is nothing more than a trivial account of hooky work-evasion of a mid-20's male and coke-snorting social languor. These narrators always come from the same place (the middle-class suburbian vacuum, are going nowhere slowly, and regard little besides themselves (which is to say, nothing of consequence). Thus my search for a truly funny author (minus Heller and Vonnegut) continues.
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Summary: Not excess, LOVE
Review: This book is for me, nothing more than a young man dealing with the end of his relationship, confused about the circumstances surrounding that end, trying to find a way to cope. The fact that it takes place during the 80's has no real bearing. He does coke and drinks vodka simply because he needs something to dull the pain of this breakup, and since it is the 80's, these were the drugs of choice. If this book took place now, he might take ecstacy and go to a rave as a way to cope with his confusion. I don't see why people are so obsessed with talking about the historical setting, or the second person narrative, or the book being compared to Catcher in the Rye. It's about a man dealing with the end of his marriage. If you've ever been dumped for seemingly no reason, READ THIS BOOK. You'll feel better.
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Summary: CONFUSING
Review: Trying to read a book in second person is extreamly hard. Expesially when you dont even know the main characters name. This book was not very well organized and seamed to be scrambled at times. Althought following the life of a Manhattan cocain adict is ammusing, reading in second person can be complicated at times.
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Summary: PRAISE FOR BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
Review: This is a book I would definatly recommend to anyone who feels ready to read something orginal and unique. The book itself is manipulated so that the main character is you, the reader. It reads just like a film noir from the 50's and it really puts many things from our modern day world into perspective. I loved it.
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Summary: The worst !
Review: This book proves only two things.
One that you should not write books in the second person. Two, if you MUST write a book in the second person it should not be unreadable trash.
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Summary: a loss cause
Review: This book was an easy read in that you follow a man's life spiral downward to the bottom of the barrel after a marriage breaking up. If you have seen the movie, it closely resembles the storyline. Yet, you expect him to pull it out at the end of the book. You almost feel bad for him because of the problems he has at work, with friends and his marriage. But, I said almost
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Summary: Comic but poignant tale of yuppie disaffection
Review: "Bright Lights, Big City", a brilliant product of the 80s era of superficiality and excess, is a portrayal of a yuppie news reporter living in near-total denial. Strangely, the second-person technique manages to effectively create a bond of sympathy between reader and hero, as we are drawn into the conflicts and misfortunes that beset the nameless reporter. The novel, which is idiosyncratically told in the second-person, relates the episodes that transpire in the bustling nighlife of Manhattan, from the nightclubs to the high-rise apartment blocks, as the oppressed protagonist recovers from one cocaine orgy to another, as he copes with the trauma of losing his prestiguous job out of negligence, to concealing the fact that his model wife has left him, to the death of his mother. Though the novel is inevitably tragic - an odyssey of escapism and frailty, - it is redeemed by its wit and sophistication. Very funny in places.
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