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by Jonathan Safran Foer
In a word (or two or three): fiction? nonfiction? who knows, but it's gotta be good.
From Mr. Hipster:
I can't stand how scary talented this guy
is. How does a guy in his early twenties write such funny and beautiful
prose? How does he write something with such depth? Can he be a front
for a much older, much wiser co-conspirator? There's no way for me
to explain the qualities that make this book so good. Portions of
the book have that Gabriel Garcia Marquez, fantastical feeling. Other
portions made me giggle like an idiot on public transportation. That
old, cliched saying, "It made me laugh, it made me cry"
couldn't be more true about this book. I imagine that having a similar
family ancestry to Foer added to the experience for me, but I can't
imagine that it's a necessary component to liking the novel. While
the story is narrated in two very distinct voices--Foer, the neurotic
Jew and Alex, his Ukrainian guide--both voices add to the story and
provide us with a unifying force that is unexpected at first, but
very clear by the end. Man, I just loved this thing, and can't wait
for Foer's follow-up--whatever it may be.
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Extremely
Loud & Incredibly Close |
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