Former Feed editor Lipsyte was one of the young writers to come out of Open City's initial rise in the '90s; his collection of short stories was followed by 2001's The Subject Steve, a kind of condensed Infinite Jest. This second novel is written as a series of insanely baroque, inappropriately intimate letters to a high school alumni newsletter, 20 or so years after graduation. The letters' fictional author, Lewis Miner, aka "Teabag," is clearly lucid enough to know that the letters could never be printed, let alone appreciated by what emerge as his philistine fellow graduates, but he persists anyway. That giddy, passing-itself-off-as-ordinary persistence becomes the point of the novel, which presents lives that continue in the face of crushing, banal and heartbreaking failures. Lewis can barely make his rent payments, is employed writing "FakeFacts" for a cola outfit and is recovering from his fiancée's recent departure. He and his clique of Eastern Valley High leftovers cope as best they can, taunting and analyzing one another unceasingly. The novel climaxes, if it can be called that, at a surreal gathering of former classmates dubbed a Togethering. At every turn, Lipsyte plays on the clichés of the stuck-white-aging-male, though he embellishes them with sharp dialogue. That the novel is an unpleasant, static read is a sign of its uncompromising, mise-en-abyme success.
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The hero of this comic novel, Lewis Miner, a.k.a. Teabag, was a high-school stoner, and now makes it his mission to write extremely candid letters to the alumni newsletter. His life, as he writes, "did not pan out." He works as a dishwasher in his father's cheesy catering business and spends his free time moping with his friend Gary, who sued his parents for molestation and then sued the shrink who conjured up these false memories. Teabag's letters detail his sexual fantasies (most of which involve the leg warmers of the school's jazz-dancing squad), his stalled ambition, and the misshapen pearls of wisdom he's garnered from his bottomed-out life. The story ends in an improbable shootout, but Lipsyte transfigures Teabag's self-loathing into a sensibility that is both hilarious and noble.
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Laughed so hard at times I had to put the book down. Funniest book I've read in years. Read this soon.Published 17 months ago by Jesse Lee Wooton
Haven't read yet. I ordered it ahead of need to read to be ready for my book club's 2014 meetings.Published 19 months ago by E. Peterson
I spent my entire read trying to figure out whether the flowery language of the narrator was a very clever characterization or just the way the author writes. Read morePublished on July 4, 2013 by Timberwolf
I went to a tiny high school that was too small to have cliques. We weren't even big enough to have a "cli. Read morePublished on June 4, 2013 by Ron D Smith
Sam Lypsite manages to sustain his high level of comedy/satire in each book. I can't wait to read his latest.Published on May 6, 2013 by Dorothea Scher
I read a blurb on this book and was intrigued. I read about 20 pages of the book and threw it out. Very dismal story, and the writing makes it worse.Published on May 5, 2013 by E. Wolf
Funny, delightfully funny! Lol funny,howlingly funny! Awesome style, outrageouse characters, great prose. Envy the so humorous vein of his mind.Published on April 17, 2013 by KAMLA BEAULIEU