We re-visited The Meddlesome Moth for our discussion of American Psycho, and in the spirit of the book, let's list everything we had to eat: I had the vintage hanger steak with kimchee, Megan had the beef bone marrow with sauteed asparagus, Charity had the steak and stout pot pie, and Natalie had the Pig & Fig. For desert, Megan and I had the vanilla peach cobbler and French-pressed coffee from nextdoor at Ascension. Everything was delicious, except for the asparagus, which could have used more flavor.
The killing is very graphic. It makes the Christian Bale movie seem like Sesame Street by comparison, and if you like reading about that kind of torture and violence, we're going to worry about you. Including animals, the death-count of this book is over 40. Most of the deaths are done off-page, but several are brought to gory detail. In fact, after reading the horrific scenes, we almost had to give this book zero stars on principle. Yet despite the 6 or so pages that make this book unacceptable, there are fascinating layers of motifs and witty ironies. With some censorship, this book could have been enjoyable.
This is not an exi--
stential book you want to read.
"Even though I'm more handsome than Craig, we both look pretty much the same."
"...a Rolls is a Rolls is a Rolls."
"Bigfoot was interviewed on The Patty Winters Show this morning and to my shock I found him surprisingly articulate and charming."
"There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine."