First up, it's Branch BAcardi. Not sure how Bicardi made it through that spell check.
I like this book for mostly one reason. It's scientifically proficient, historically factual and it's dirty as all hell. While it doesnt stand up to his earlier works, it certainly brings him out of the lull that was Diary and well, Rant. It doesn't move like some of his other books, but it's pretty much a story contained within 2 rooms from the perspective of 4 people. I think he explored those rooms and personalities pretty well, at least with the limitations he created for the story itself. It is what it is, and it's only about 200 liberally spaced pages. I don't find that to be a flaw.
If you're a fan of Chuck, you will like this. It gets towards his descriptive writing style ala Fight Club. It's really quite funny in a dark and sick way. If you laughed at the movie "Happiness" you'll probably find yourself laughing, at least in the inside so no one thinks you're really sick.
I must say I was certainly entertained by this world that is about as foreign to me as the sport of Buzkashi. Especially when sent from the world of Chuck.
First up, it's Branch BAcardi. Not sure how Bicardi made it through that spell check.
I like this book for mostly one reason. It's scientifically proficient, historically factual and it's dirty as all hell. While it doesnt stand up to his earlier works, it certainly brings him out of the lull that was Diary and well, Rant. It doesn't move like some of his other books, but it's pretty much a story contained within 2 rooms from the perspective of 4 people. I think he explored those rooms and personalities pretty well, at least with the limitations he created for the story itself. It is what it is, and it's only about 200 liberally spaced pages. I don't find that to be a flaw.
If you're a fan of Chuck, you will like this. It gets towards his descriptive writing style ala Fight Club. It's really quite funny in a dark and sick way. If you laughed at the movie "Happiness" you'll probably find yourself laughing, at least in the inside so no one thinks you're really sick.
I must say I was certainly entertained by this world that is about as foreign to me as the sport of Buzkashi. Especially when sent from the world of Chuck.