I just finished The End of Mr. Y and I feel like Scarlett Thomas just beat the crap out of my mind with my own mind. Like it's as if she ripped my mind out of me and then wrapped it up in a dishtowel, using it as a sort of ad hoc mace against itself.
Which is to say: Awesome!
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I know! Isn't it outstanding!?!?!?!
I loved the first third of this book and then I completely hated the rest. I found the portrayal of Adam to be fairly insulting to general level of intelligence of both clergy and religious scholars. I thought he came across as a real idiot and dumbing down of Derrida and Baudrillard kind of bothered me too.
I devoted all Sunday to read the book. I bought it on Saturday and when I read the first lines I decided I wouldn't go out. I stopped just to have lunch and then continued reading, it was long since I last experienced something like that... This was most satisfactory.
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