Mark Leyner
Paperback | Pages: 154 pages Rating: 3.69 | 1631 Users | 144 Reviews
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| Original Title: | My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist |
| ISBN: | 0679745793 (ISBN13: 9780679745792) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist is a postmodernist/absurdist book composed of 17 loosely-related chapters with no general storyline. It is voiced in first-person by an anonymous narrator often using jargon, broken grammar and punctuation with a poetry-like structure. The narration shifts quickly from random idea to idea with little to no connectivity between them, typically giving vivid descriptions of abstract situations. The narrative styles in the book vary significantly as well, with no apparent solid identity to the narrator itself. Some characters and ideas emerge suddenly and disappear without explanation. Within this form incorporate elements of science fiction, cyberpunk, tabloid journalism, and advertising slogans. Due to its use of pop-culture references (e.g. to kung-fu films) and literary allusions it requires knowledge of (then) current affairs. Leyner resorts to irony and humor as a means of interplay with traditional realism. -WikipediaDetails About Books My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist
| Title | : | My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist |
| Author | : | Mark Leyner |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 154 pages |
| Published | : | May 10th 1995 by Vintage (first published 1990) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Humor. Short Stories. Literature |
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Ratings: 3.69 From 1631 Users | 144 ReviewsComment On About Books My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist
"Each night I have the same dream: I'm sitting on the john in the men's room at Avery Fisher Hall at the climax of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherezade a swordfish flies up out of the toilet water and buries itself in my rectum, but when I look down into the bowl I find that in actuality I've defecated the missing 18-minute section of Watergate tape." comedic genius. this book is wild from start to finish. this is a fever dream epic prose poem that is absolutely brilliant.An awful lot of fun. The first half of the collection is noticeably better than the second. Loved the use of E-13B IDAutomationMICR for the chapter number font, which I (maddeningly!) couldn't place until this morning -- I kept thinking "space invaders" for some stupid reason. The text itself is of course just logorrhea and farrago, but the best of its kind. Found myself laughing so loudly at times that I worried I'd wake my roommate.----Discovered in David Foster Wallace's essay "E Unibus
http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/1499749...Perhaps I should confess how impressed I am with Mark Leyners ability to keep his rambling psychotic rants on task and focused enough to the degree he maintained, with skill, the mind trip he wanted us privy to. Problem for me was not one story meant anything. There was no physical emotion anywhere amounting to something exampled. He failed to establish or express any substance. His tightrope act at times did appear astounding, but I kept asking myself why
The funniest fucking thing I have ever read. Almost every page is jammed with absurd details and dark punchlines...prepare to squint in confusion and roll with uproarious laughter and applause! It is sort of like DFW meets William S. Burroughs crossed w/the respective films Schizopolis by Steven Soderbergh and Putney Swope by Robert Downey, Sr. (a man even more talented than his much more well known son from my POV), but throwing around convuluted comparisons doesn't give this
I had a crush on this book when I was a kid. The book, not the man behind the book. I remember reading the story, The Suggestiveness of One Stray Hair in an Otherwise Perfect Coiffure, in my head -- in the bookstore before buying it -- and laughing like a friendless madman. And I sort of remember reading it out loud at a party or at several parties and laughing like a drunken, friendless madman. Girls really dig me, I sort of remember thinking. Those were the days.I still laugh when I bother to
It is more fun reading this book than watching Frank Sinatra gently grate cheese over a head of hair before garnishing it with a sprig of parsley. (It's been 12 years since I've picked the book up, but I swear, there is a line somewhere in it referencing such a scene.)This is one of the few books that was so precious to me that I could not bring myself to recommend to anybody. That, and the fact that any friend of mine who read it would immediately know how much of my conversation was
A disjointed mess of half-formed thoughts filled with precise (but utterly useless) details that completely obscure any hint of a plot.
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