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Noam Rosen, The Corner of El Camino and Santa Cruz, Menlo Park, July 2009. I picked this book up out of sheer ambition. I was quickly hooked; the fragmented narrative moved effortlessly from person to person, each voice distinct and engaging. Reading it was like trying to watch a fight through a crowd of people, catching glimpses of punches thrown but only hearing the impact or seeing the bruises afterward. I read it on the train, on my break, at home: lying in bed, my eyes tearing from lack of sleep but my mind pressing me forward. I was amazed at how he was able to simultaneously treat his subjects with scathing irreverence and tenderness. His meditations on youth, love, poetry, death and self were incisive and occasionally, delightfully hilarious. As I finished the novel, I felt the sort of satisfaction that only comes post-coitus after a good meal or after a religious experience. Noam R. |
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