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Jul 02, 2017PearlyBaker rated this title 5 out of 5 stars
I do not feel worthy of reviewing this piece which is by far the best novel I've read since Skagboys. Philpp M. makes Irvine Welsh look like Trump tweeting at 3:00 a.m. He's like the impossible love child of Quentin Tarantino and Cormac McCarthy. This book flooded me with memories of family secrets told too late to make a difference. Like the first time I was dying and someone finally told me about my sweet Mormon grandmother who before the Latter Day Saint days would slam two fifths of vodka, storm off and come back later threatening to kill grandpa with her new boyfriend from the bar. Now it made sense why mom moved to LA to be near her boyfriend's prison and I couldn't stop smoking God's Breath. This piece had everything I love including nihilism, overwhelming depression and the existential morose at the uselessness and futility of life knowing that for 2 million years man has been stealing land and life from other men and hardly anything exists to show they were even here. Of course those "savages" did not know you could rape the earth, till the soil, plant cement and slow kill an entire planet with Round Up while everyone cheered for their sports ball team around the coal fueled TV set.