“I could use one of those right over my heart,” you say.” She takes this as a compliment and thanks you. “The girl with the shaved head has a scar tattooed on her scalp. However, to say specifically why this is so would be to say too much since the more complete story of what the narrator is going through is not disclosed until the closing chapters.īelow are my comments coupled with one-line snappers from the novel’s main character, a 24-year old coke-snorting would-be writer working as a fact-checker for a New Yorker-like magazine and living in a downtown apartment by himself after Amanda, his fashion model wife, called telling him she isn’t coming back and he will be hearing from her lawyer to settle the divorce: But, alas, this is merely the surface.Įach time I read this book, I comprehend more clearly how the words on every page have sharp razor-like edges that cut into the heart of the narrator. The need the Bolivian Marching Powder.” Quote from the opening scene of this 1984 Jay McInerney novel told in cool, hip, drug-hyped second person. There are holes in their boots and they are hungry. They are tired and muddy from their long march through the night. “Your brain at this moment is composed of brigades of tiny Bolivian soldiers.
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