Aug 20, 2019
A funny, Pynchon-esque satire of wellness/mindfulness culture. Alas, as with Pynchon, I got a bit lost halfway through! Some lovely moments though, not least this description of Boschian modern American life:
the fouled sky, the pharma-fed rivers full of sad-eyed Oxytrout, the jeans on outlet shelves in their modalities of size – skinny fit, classic fit, fat shepherd fit, all dyed a deep cancer blue. And the wave rot, of course, the pixel-assisted suicide, the screens, the screens, the screens.
(I really laughed at ‘fat shepherd fit’.)
