Remind me of someone. But who?
Book beat (current list):
I picked up a copy, on a whim, of Lord Vishnu’s Love Handles the other weekend. So far, so good. Style? Style works and yet rubs me the wrong way, too. It’s hectic, high-energy writing, but the inside jokes, and the places in Dallas, the way it all works together, I’m enjoying the experience, but I’m not sure about the rest of the book. Glad I bought a copy.
The writing itself is highly energized, for lack of better word, the problem is that the story alienates me, to a certain extent, at least with the primary set-up. It’s a world I once knew, but one that I no longer find fashionable, desirable, or even remotely interesting. could be me, though, as I know longer have those values. As the saying goes, “Been there, done that.”
The spooky part of the story, though, the ‘spooks’ as it were, the pop-spirituality material, that I’m enjoying. Perhaps a little predictable, but good stuff, all the same.
Chapter titles like “Going to Hell in a Boxster,” with lines like, “I have date with Destiny, or at least her in-bred cousin, Circumstance.” (page 201).
I almost wished I’d come up with that one myself.
Cherchez les (petite) poissons:
And finally, some nice South First Street “sidewalk” philosophy:
Final thoughts:
I couldn’t agree more.
