I enjoyed Jerzy Kosinski's Being There (popularized by Peter Sellers and Hal Ashby) enough that I must have reflexively picked up another of his novels at the cat bookstore. This one was less interesting to me. Rather than a straightforward novel it is a series of vignettes related only by their dreamlike tone. Like dreams, the themes are often overwrought -- violence, sex, deviance. The writing, however, is anything but. While I didn't find the content itself that compelling Kosinski's prose is a great study in how brevity can sometimes convey more, precisely because of its only sketchy and impressionistic connection to reality.
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