Home Land
A Novels, Fiction, Humor book. I knew I was in the vicinity of a serious lesson, if not about how to live life, then at...
What if somebody finally wrote to his high school alumni bulletin and told...the truth! Here is an update from hell, and the most brilliant work to date, by the novelist whom Jeffrey Eugenides calls "original, devious, and very funny" and of whose first novel Chuck Palahniuk wrote, "I laughed out loud---and I never laugh out loud."The Eastern Valley High School Alumni newsletter, Catamount Notes, is bursting with tales of success: former students include a bankable politician and a famous baseball star, not to mention a major-label recording artist. Then there is the appalling, yet utterly lovable, Lewis Miner, class of '89---a.k.a Teabag---who did not pan out. This is his confession in all its bitter, lovelorn glory.
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- Pages: 229 pages
- ISBN: 9780312424183 / 312424183
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I knew I was in the vicinity of a serious lesson, if not about how to live life, then at least how to put some poetry into your craven retreat from it. Sam Lipsyte, Home Land // Is this what Principal Fontana meant by the phrase 'well-rounded'?Its fucking spherical, Catamounts. Sam Lipsyte, Home Land //
Oz told me about this book and I liked it quite a bit. I started reading it during the "retreat" after first getting to costa Rica, I thought it might stir some soul searching as I finish out my twenties, but not really. I had a lot of weird reactions when people asked me about the book (Dude writes angry updates to high school newsletter!),... damn, sam lipsyte is good. he's like a scrappy nabokov rooting through the gutters of the 21st century. that's probably a shitty description of the guy, but i can't do better. this book is good too. it's very funny and gnarly and real, it's zen-like in its disgruntlement. Well, Catamounts, I cannot say why I finished this book. Perhaps it had to do with the length or sheer stubborness, or perhaps because I was proscratinating to avoid the steaming turdpile of work I needed to do. Or perhaps it was destiny, that horrible sense that I couldn't do anything but finish this book.And if you liked that brief...
