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LOVE

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This wasn't a terrible book. The story takes place in a bedroom after smoking a couple of joints. We are treated to the narration from the paranoid mind of the main character, whose ruminations, while painfully unceasing, at times are insightful. I understand where Nadas was trying to go with this, but I think, even with the short length, that without any breaks in the narration from the schizophrenic to a normal mind, many people would likely lose patience, if not pull their hair out.
To the lone reviewer before me, you have mistaken a spot-on drug induced dialogue as immature, childish rantings. While seemingly similar, Art is what separates the two. Just like the abstract painting someone loves which turns out to be a wiping rag.
Even with it's faults, I will keep this one to read again.

This short book takes place over a single night, as a couple smoke hallucinogenic drugs, and the male narrator trips deeper and deeper into his own mind. His existential mental ramblings are a chore to keep up with at times, but it's also (what I would imagine to be) an incredibly realistic portrayal of a drug trip. At times I was with the narrator, with his fears of going insane and feeling on the brink of death and his philosophical realizations on the nature of love and reality. Other times the stunted writing and repetition lost me. But all in all, a very interesting and strange book - provocative in its own way, if a bit flawed in overall execution and conclusion.

I cannot say this is the worst book I have read in some time; for there are others I never bothered to finish. However, "Love", by Peter Nadas is the worst book I have finished in a very long time. The following is an example of what passes for writing, "I am here. All right. Not here but there. But Where?" The last time I read words like these was during a Dr. Seuss book, except his made sense. "The Cat In The Hat" is Nobel Prize level literature compared to this.

As the jacket explains the book opens with a couple indulging in the most painfully assembled THC laced cigarettes ever to be described. In the time Eva and her TLC has made one Tobacco/THC amalgam, the drivel in the book can be read. This collection of words is the result of an Author reaching for subjects that he is about 100 I.Q. points shy of understanding much less analyzing. I suppose this could be written off as some rambling incoherent result of having a very low tolerance to cigarettes of any kind, but that is presuming too much.

There was one moment of clarity bordering on brilliance when the Author wrote, "I've gone nuts. Crazy, and lost". I could not agree with him more.