| author | David Amsden |
| publisher | Harper Perennial |
| published | 1969 |
| isbn | 0060513896 |
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Really, really great! It's that swell combination I so dig: close-to-the-nerve honesty, severe suffering, intertwined with that leavening cynical humor. But just remember, dude, before you get on your high lit-world horse: You may be a month older than me, but I can still kick your ass! |
| Submitted Jun 16th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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This kid has more insight into himself, into the raw inner terrian that defines much of his generation, than most writers three times his age. Nothing short of phenomenal! Where did this little Nabokov come from? You must read this damn book immediately! |
| Submitted Jun 16th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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That he wrote this book when he was so terrifyingly young makes me physically sick and consumed with envy. For once, a comparison with John Updike or John Cheever is not delusional, wishful thinking or marketing hype. David Amsden is an invigorating, original, and sickeningly talented writer. And no, I've never met this guy, so I'm not his friend or former teacher. |
| Submitted Jun 16th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |