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Top Customer Reviews
Cram seven Mother’s Taffy cookies into your favorite mug, pour hot goat’s milk over the cookies, count to 72, spoon feed yourself approx. 3lbs of pasty, beige, sugary deliciousness until you slip silently into a sugar coma, and dream you’re skipping through the black forest, with a naked James Franco, carrying a paper bag full of three-day old Long John Silver’s hushpuppies, and chugging a 64 oz. slush puppy spiked with mescaline from your Dora the Explorer sippy cup.
There’s just something about Konrath’s writing. He is the master of product placement. He is that ridiculously embarrassing impulse buy. He is the end cap of the junk food isle at the inconvenience store. He’s out there. But, just like you and me, he longs for something more, or something less, or something you can’t buy at Speedy Station.
He wants to buy you road trip food. He wants to take you for a ride. He wants to teach you something you already knew, but in a different way. He wants to cram your head full of cookies and mescaline and make you head bang to Slayer until you puke perfect little cupcake shaped mounds of brain matter. Then he will wrap them in cellophane and sell them to the niños at the Mexican flea market for a peso. Don’t worry, it’s mostly the stuff you don’t need anyway. You don’t need all that SH*T clogging up your brain lobes. Trust me. Someday, you will thank Konrath. It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. But, one day. You will.
I mean, to any objective party, we're completely jacked up. We're jacked up, possibly beyond repair, and we're trying to constantly deal with an information flow of impossible speed and incomprehensible disparateness. This book reads like running a packet sniffer on a computer with a 1600 bps modem that's monitoring a Gigabit speed transmission line running the entire modern collective unconscious.
It seems like Konrath cuts up the whole of modern culture, reconnects it all in a stream of consciousness manner that it utterly wrong yet still makes perfect sense, and blasts it from the page. It's an amazing thing to read. Whether or not you're already a Konrath fan, you've got to check this one out.
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the dedication says it all.