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voivoivoi183's review against another edition
5.0
“The German government writes me that it has awarded me the supreme distinction for an actor: the Gold Film Ribbon. What gall! Who gave those shitheads the right to award me anything? Did it never occur to them that there might be somebody who doesn't want their shit? What filthy arrogance to award me-me, of all people!-a prize! What does this prize mean, anyway? Is it a reward? For what? For my pains, sufferings, despair, tears? A prize for every hell, every dying, every resurrection? Prizes for death and life? Prizes for passion, for hate and love? And how did you shitheads intend to hand me the prize? As a gift? As a favor, like those tasteless hosts that the pope
distributes like fast food? I'll kick you! Or do I come submissive, whimpering? I'll kick you again! And there's not even a check. It's outrageous!”
This is a relatively tame quotation from this book so imagine 265 pages of this but worse.
I like to think that I’m a man of some culture. I can enjoy the challenge of a difficult book. I gave serious consideration to reading Ducks, Newberryport. I’m not entirely put off by the prospect of Hungarian films about agriculture that are 7 hours long. I’d love to be able to say that the best thing I’ve ever read is some ponderous, weighty philosophical tome on the metaphysical concept of shame. But who am I kidding? The best book I’ve ever read is one in which a depraved, egomaniacal and probably psychotic German actor attempts to have sex with literally every single woman he comes into contact with, including his own mother and sister. I’m not proud of it but there we are. I have recommended this book to literally every person I’ve spoken to about books and will continue to do so. If I could give it more than five stars, I would.
distributes like fast food? I'll kick you! Or do I come submissive, whimpering? I'll kick you again! And there's not even a check. It's outrageous!”
This is a relatively tame quotation from this book so imagine 265 pages of this but worse.
I like to think that I’m a man of some culture. I can enjoy the challenge of a difficult book. I gave serious consideration to reading Ducks, Newberryport. I’m not entirely put off by the prospect of Hungarian films about agriculture that are 7 hours long. I’d love to be able to say that the best thing I’ve ever read is some ponderous, weighty philosophical tome on the metaphysical concept of shame. But who am I kidding? The best book I’ve ever read is one in which a depraved, egomaniacal and probably psychotic German actor attempts to have sex with literally every single woman he comes into contact with, including his own mother and sister. I’m not proud of it but there we are. I have recommended this book to literally every person I’ve spoken to about books and will continue to do so. If I could give it more than five stars, I would.
edboies's review against another edition
3.0
A peek into an egoist's mind that you come away from with some insights and revulsion.
karlsson_tim's review against another edition
adventurous
challenging
dark
funny
reflective
sad
medium-paced
5.0
Content Warnings
Graphic: Bullying, Domestic abuse, Drug abuse, Excrement, Animal cruelty, Cursing, Death, Death of parent, Drug use, Emotional abuse, Adult/minor relationship, Animal death, Child abuse, and Fatphobia
satinrules's review against another edition
3.0
that was... pretty disturbing.
anyways remember how in 'before sunrise' (1995) ethan hawke's character was casually reading this on a train??
anyways remember how in 'before sunrise' (1995) ethan hawke's character was casually reading this on a train??
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