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A review by jelek86
Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles by Ron Currie Jr.
2.0
I was really excited when I found this book on the new fiction shelf at my local library. I loved Everything Matters!, but I honestly didn't enjoy this novel, at all. I came as close as I have ever been to putting a book down 100 pages in when I gagged a little bit on this disgusting line: "With my heart squashed again like a kitten in a crush video..."
I guess my main problem with it is the same problem I have with a lot of modern, popular storytelling: there is a disturbing lack of hope in the telling of the story. (Sure, there is this strange yearning for the Singularity, but even those ramblings are laced with a fear of the unknown.)
Currie's character also seems to be this stereotypical "macho writer," who is an unbelievable lover, an unbelievable lush, and an uncontrollable narcissist. For this type of story to work, I need a main character who is motivated by a little more than just sexual attraction to his middle school sweetheart (who is painted as another stereotype: the quietly beautiful, confidently aloof, sex-crazed, on-again-off-again lover).
I'm also not really sure what all the "truth or Truth" hype is about, although the shining moment of the novel does come in its final pages, when Currie's character presents his monologue about the value of fiction to a courtroom full of people who are pissed off that his novel was not actually a memoir.
I guess my main problem with it is the same problem I have with a lot of modern, popular storytelling: there is a disturbing lack of hope in the telling of the story. (Sure, there is this strange yearning for the Singularity, but even those ramblings are laced with a fear of the unknown.)
Currie's character also seems to be this stereotypical "macho writer," who is an unbelievable lover, an unbelievable lush, and an uncontrollable narcissist. For this type of story to work, I need a main character who is motivated by a little more than just sexual attraction to his middle school sweetheart (who is painted as another stereotype: the quietly beautiful, confidently aloof, sex-crazed, on-again-off-again lover).
I'm also not really sure what all the "truth or Truth" hype is about, although the shining moment of the novel does come in its final pages, when Currie's character presents his monologue about the value of fiction to a courtroom full of people who are pissed off that his novel was not actually a memoir.