This was really interesting. This collection of stories is gritty, and doesn't glamorize the use of drugs. Well enjoyed.
I picked up a copy of this book at the Brooklyn Book Festival after hearing my friend Hannah talking about Tao Lin’s work both to me and a few people at the Melville House booth. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect; I’ve never been much of a poetry fan, although there are a few exceptions. Tao Lin’s ...
If you want to start reading Tao Lin, this is the way to go. It keeps with his style (which it seems everyone hopes to imitate these days). It's heartbreaking, wonderful and captures a feeling of being a 20-something in New York that is almost too close to home. Plus, lots of drugs. The way he captu...
This is such a dull, insipid novel. I cared nothing for any of the characters and in the end, the plot (if there was one) just bored me to death.
This is an interior monologue. There. That's the one piece of information I think you need to know before going into Teipei. If you understand that, you understand where the author's coming from. Is it honest? Yes. There's no denying that if you transcribed your own inner monologue word for word, it...
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