Tyranny of the Blog.

This Amazon reviewer hates Broken Bulbs but gets it and hates it more because he/she gets it but doesn’t realize that he/she gets it.

Getting it is bad?

Fine with me.

ARRRGGHHHH! Calgon, take me away… God, I felt like I needed to take a bath after this one. Maddeningly written in a broken style which, if meant to convey what goes on in the mind of an addict or crazy person, certainly communicates that thought process successfully. I really thought this book had promise when I read the description and, as with all the books I review, I read it until the bitter end, but I had hoped for something unique and different. I wasn’t expecting, and did not enjoy, all-out crazy. This book is like sitting on the seat in an overly-filled outhouse and having said seat give way, unexpectedly dumping you into the sewage. It IS “unique and different”…but not something you really want or need to experience. The glowing reviews this book has garnered confused and amazed me until I remembered that there are people who will pay good money (and lots of it) for paint splattered on a canvas with the aid of jet blast. Different strokes for different folks. In any event, if you like your books disjointed, harsh, confusing, difficult to read, poisonous, and agonizingly descriptive…GOOD NEWS!!!–Your ship just came in. By the way, in my opinion, his girlfriend Bonnie isn’t his dealer, she IS his “drug”, his addiction, and what is metaphoric about this book is that he must have more and more of her to remain viable. If I got that wrong or misinterpreted the author’s intentions, who’s to blame??? The book was so difficult to get through that by the end I felt like I needed drugs just to get back to reality.

Probably shouldn’t obsess over reviews. But I do. What do you want from me?