bronzeage
I am a river to my people
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Nice try. She was 17 years old and her father killed her horse for the insurance money.
This kind of stuff just makes you look dumb.
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Shave your head darling, and we'll start your campaign early.
... Alison Poole— the novel's combined spokesmodel, Greek chorus, tragic heroine and gofer, who's "twenty going on gray"— begins with a burst of the inchoate, "I'm like, I don't believe this shit," and continues for 188 pages without pausing to breathe. She and whelps of her ilk spin and dribble from Gomorrah to acting class to Nell's to suicidal despair powered by immense amounts of drugs and silliness. Alison's voice is note-perfect, vacant-cranium, Manhattan brat chatter...
... There's something sweetly pathetic about her [ Alison Poole ] saying, "I'm like, I insist on honesty," to a postmoral world where turpitude is a fashion statement and crimes are shouted from the rooftops...
... Mr. McInerney makes Alison Poole likeable, which is hard enough, but the thing that should win him a "Snorty" ( or whatever award they give in the dope fiction field ) is that he makes her interesting. This is possible only because "Story of My Life" is not really about what it's about. Mr. McInerney's true subject is barbarism. Without once looking away from his microcosm of snotty children at loose ends, Mr. McInerney is able to describe a larger world in which hordes of wild bourgeoisie descend from god-knows-where in leased BMWs and lay waste to a civilization. They plunder its foreign reserves, carry away its tax loopholes and feast midst the spoil of its cities, leading lives of aristocratic indulgence unhampered by noblesse oblige.
The essence of barbarism isn't actually rapine, however, it's ignorance. And Alison's mind— a fairly good mind— is absolutely empty.
*****
It's impossible to imagine the characters portrayed— or even mentioned— in this book performing any act of civic virtue. It's not that they're dropouts or anti-establishmentarian. They just don't know civic virtues exist. They don't know anything.
*****
Ah, dear little P.J, the libertine libertarian. He's pissed off that he wasn't Allison's "first."A book review of "Story of My Life"
By P.J. O'Rourke
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He's describing the previous administration!They plunder its foreign reserves, carry away its tax loopholes and feast midst the spoil of its cities, leading lives of aristocratic indulgence unhampered by noblesse oblige...
..It's impossible to imagine the characters portrayed— or even mentioned— in this book performing any act of civic virtue. It's not that they're dropouts or anti-establishmentarian. They just don't know civic virtues exist. They don't know anything.
"The Gutter" is just a night spot.
Audrey used to work there before she ran off with Seymour.
A book review of "Story of My Life"
By P.J. O'Rourke
Jay McInerney
Story of My Life
New York, New York 1988.
Just think; Alison could have been your First ...