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Money: A Suicide Note
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bookshelves: substance-related-disorders, here-is-new-york, leetle-boys, bad-reads, dicklits
Sep 19, 2009
bookshelves: substance-related-disorders, here-is-new-york, leetle-boys, bad-reads, dicklits
I loathed this book, especially its reekingly horrid, brain-damagingly idiotic mess of an ending, which felt like watching a drug-addicted alcoholic trainwreck you've seen self-destructing for years finally have his royal rock-bottom meltdown into utter psychosis, destitution, and multiple organ failure.
"But Jess!" you might be yelling. "Wasn't that the point?"
Probably, almost definitely, but really, I gotta ask: was this point really one that needed to be made? I think not, yet close to a year after I read it, Money is still ruthlessly imprinted on my brain. I mean, there are passages and scenes in here that I remember more clearly than I do my own actions at work this morning. So it couldn't have been all bad -- no, it was bad, it was worse, but it was memorably so.
Plus there's this paragraph in here* that still makes me laugh out loud when I think about it, which I do probably at least every three weeks.
So upon further reflection, I am upping it a star to two, not because "it was ok," but because it so totally wasn't. I hated reading this book, and when I think about having read it, I kind of want to throw up. And that's something, isn't it? That must count for something. Oh, Martin Amis. You sick idiot savant fucking bastard.
* Full disclosure: a paragraph about grannies being raped.
"But Jess!" you might be yelling. "Wasn't that the point?"
Probably, almost definitely, but really, I gotta ask: was this point really one that needed to be made? I think not, yet close to a year after I read it, Money is still ruthlessly imprinted on my brain. I mean, there are passages and scenes in here that I remember more clearly than I do my own actions at work this morning. So it couldn't have been all bad -- no, it was bad, it was worse, but it was memorably so.
Plus there's this paragraph in here* that still makes me laugh out loud when I think about it, which I do probably at least every three weeks.
So upon further reflection, I am upping it a star to two, not because "it was ok," but because it so totally wasn't. I hated reading this book, and when I think about having read it, I kind of want to throw up. And that's something, isn't it? That must count for something. Oh, Martin Amis. You sick idiot savant fucking bastard.
* Full disclosure: a paragraph about grannies being raped.
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September 19, 2009
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October 12, 2009
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May 11, 2011
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Heartless...

But I just went back and harnessed the power of the Internet, with success. Maybe not as hilarious ripped from context; you decide. John Self is reading the newspaper, and has just cycled through an editorialized summary of reported events:
Another granny has been mob-raped in her sock ["sock" is slang in this book, I think, for "apartment" or "home"] by black boys and skinheads.
What is the new craze for grannies? This one's eighty-two, for Christ's sake. Getting raped at that age 鈥�
Jesus, it must be the last thing you need. Here's another piece about that chick who's dying in her teens
because, according to the L in e, she's allergic to the twentieth century. Poor kid... Well I have my problems
too, sister, but I don't have yours. I'm not allergic to the twentieth century. I am addicted to the twentieth
century.
"Getting raped at that age 鈥�
Jesus, it must be the last thing you need." If you've never read Amis and are thinking of trying, your reaction to that line is a litmus test of whether you should bother.



Did you like "hitting women is hard at first, but after a while it's as easy as falling off a log"? I thought that was another perfect, monstrous Selfism...




I quite agree with you, he's at his most fascinatingly loathsome when he's trying to be nice.
