Nigga that's the joke. You pick it up thinking it's fiction and then by the end you come to realize it's all completely true. Maybe it hits you and makes you feel something. It's called Art. I don't know. Hi sam
I disagree . I had a WBE style cock led period but I think of it with much more horror than pride. I ended up married to Asian woman so I guess I’m simply more faithful than WBE by nature.
He can be a hedonist if he wants to but he could also stop the pathetic whining about it.
There is nothing masculine about the authors endless yearning for his audience’s approval and sympathy for…I don’t know, having sex a lot? The writing is chock full of this stuff. Like please grow some balls man
Masturbatory self degradation and usury disguised as a journey of dark enlightenment. It’s all the same. It’s hilarious to watch it happen over and over and think the “cool” thing is happening again. The water keeps flowing don’t it.
Have you read any of my actual posts? I do enjoy insufferable “high-brow” theory, but I also equally enjoy the savagely degenerate. I mix them.
Right now, I’m working on a piece about my historical proclivity for hard drugs and debauchery. I had to slow down on the former, but I still enjoy the latter. That’s a large reason why WBE’s bad writing comes off to me as a boring, one-dimensional shtick. I mean, who hasn’t gone through a girl-crazy period where doing coke off their ass is the only thing providing any will to live?
I’ve noticed he’s no longer shocking people with cheap pseudo-transgressions, so he’s started throwing around the N-word. Trying to play the villainous heel is cheap character performance. It’s a dead end—and the only smart thing I’ve seen him do is remain anonymous, so if he ever develops as a writer, he can start over and no one will be aware of his corny past.
I'm painfully aware that writing on those topics can easily veer into the same territory where he's found himself. It's the only material I have to work with so I don't have much of a choice but it's secondary to what I'm interested in, not the focus. I'm concerned with where you end up when shits taken to its absolute conclusion and so far whether it be drugs or war it's anguish.
If I ever find myself jealous of WBE then I'll need to do some serious self-reflection. I appreciate untrained, amateur writers since thats my background as well but it's not an excuse for being technically inept.
Edit: My first story is about bleeding out of my ass. If I wanted to seem "cool" then Im not off to a good start.
I just posted a short sentence as a comment. I wasen't trying to have some drawn out lit criticism during which I assassinate his character out of ressentiment. He doesn't need my help with that.
I only mentioned those things in order to say that I’m not at all high brow aspiring. I have zero desire to be perceived as intellectual.
Nah bro I read it. It was pretty mid. The writing is character accurate - that of an unbothered youth. It was in no way bad. In fact it was quite a swift read due to it's easy language. But yeah all that self loathing and repetitive cheating didn't ring with me. There were a couple of parts where I chuckled and I liked the story in which he goes to record a black man, in his house. The premise was wierd and funny. But overall tbh I was kind of disappointed by the book, cause I had read his blog - 'Being held hostage in Quincy, MA' which made me audibly laugh out like a jackass, his antics with the junkie were truly hilarious. So I thought the book will be in the same nerve, same level of humour and shit. But in comparison to that blog I found it quite lacklustre. I should have read the Kindle sample before wasting my money on it.
Nah bro I read it. It was pretty mid. The writing is character accurate - that of an unbothered youth. It was in no way bad. In fact it was quite a swift read due to it's easy language. But yeah all that self loathing and repetitive cheating didn't ring with me. There were a couple of parts where I chuckled and I liked the story in which he goes to record a black man, in his house. The premise was wierd and funny. Tbh I was kind of disappointed overall by the book, cause I had read his blog - 'Being held hostage in Quincy, MA' which made me audibly laugh out like a jackass, his antics with the junkie were truly hilarious. So I thought the book will be in the same nerve, same level of humour and shit. But in comparison to that blog I found it quite lacklustre. I should have read the Kindle sample before wasting my money on it.
Yes and this is why this guy’s comparison to Easton Ellis is hilarious. No one here is clutching pearls about the subject matter. One of the most famous novels of all time is about a pedophile. Pretty much all of us have read stuff more inflammatory than this.
But there is just nothing more to it compared to all the guys listed. The subject matter isn’t a vehicle for any sort of unique prose. It reads like a journal from Elliott Rodger except this guy has sex™️.
I read a couple of his articles until I ask myself why I was subjecting myself to the same story over and over again. None of which have the ability to enlighten or transform you in any way. It’s just a look into the most whiny guy you knew from sophomore year in college going through a slut phase. I’m good.
It’s disingenuous to market this book as fiction if it’s presented as fact
Nigga that's the joke. You pick it up thinking it's fiction and then by the end you come to realize it's all completely true. Maybe it hits you and makes you feel something. It's called Art. I don't know. Hi sam
Hi worst boyfriend ever!
Who are you by the way? I didn’t catch your name.
i don’t know it. After all you won’t attach it to anything you write
Your response confirms precisely my point.
Hey man if you just sent out a blog post to 4,000 people titled "My Second Rape" you might wanna remain anonymous too... Cheers
We agree there
I’m reviewing based on reading, most recently, “my second rape” WBE’s latest post
Thanks toxic brodie! I did hate it. What’s more, it’s really bad. But take care.
Great review. Spot on.
I liked WBE before it was cool. He should stop smoking meth though so he doesn’t die, which no isn’t romantic, it’s pathetic.
I disagree . I had a WBE style cock led period but I think of it with much more horror than pride. I ended up married to Asian woman so I guess I’m simply more faithful than WBE by nature.
I reject this as a man
He can be a hedonist if he wants to but he could also stop the pathetic whining about it.
There is nothing masculine about the authors endless yearning for his audience’s approval and sympathy for…I don’t know, having sex a lot? The writing is chock full of this stuff. Like please grow some balls man
Masturbatory self degradation and usury disguised as a journey of dark enlightenment. It’s all the same. It’s hilarious to watch it happen over and over and think the “cool” thing is happening again. The water keeps flowing don’t it.
Bro I don’t think it’s fictional 😭😭
What an insult to Houellebecq
Have you read any of my actual posts? I do enjoy insufferable “high-brow” theory, but I also equally enjoy the savagely degenerate. I mix them.
Right now, I’m working on a piece about my historical proclivity for hard drugs and debauchery. I had to slow down on the former, but I still enjoy the latter. That’s a large reason why WBE’s bad writing comes off to me as a boring, one-dimensional shtick. I mean, who hasn’t gone through a girl-crazy period where doing coke off their ass is the only thing providing any will to live?
I’ve noticed he’s no longer shocking people with cheap pseudo-transgressions, so he’s started throwing around the N-word. Trying to play the villainous heel is cheap character performance. It’s a dead end—and the only smart thing I’ve seen him do is remain anonymous, so if he ever develops as a writer, he can start over and no one will be aware of his corny past.
I'm painfully aware that writing on those topics can easily veer into the same territory where he's found himself. It's the only material I have to work with so I don't have much of a choice but it's secondary to what I'm interested in, not the focus. I'm concerned with where you end up when shits taken to its absolute conclusion and so far whether it be drugs or war it's anguish.
If I ever find myself jealous of WBE then I'll need to do some serious self-reflection. I appreciate untrained, amateur writers since thats my background as well but it's not an excuse for being technically inept.
Edit: My first story is about bleeding out of my ass. If I wanted to seem "cool" then Im not off to a good start.
I just posted a short sentence as a comment. I wasen't trying to have some drawn out lit criticism during which I assassinate his character out of ressentiment. He doesn't need my help with that.
I only mentioned those things in order to say that I’m not at all high brow aspiring. I have zero desire to be perceived as intellectual.
I'm late to this group but am familiar with the actual events. I'd contend that the presentation of characters is off the mark.
Nah bro I read it. It was pretty mid. The writing is character accurate - that of an unbothered youth. It was in no way bad. In fact it was quite a swift read due to it's easy language. But yeah all that self loathing and repetitive cheating didn't ring with me. There were a couple of parts where I chuckled and I liked the story in which he goes to record a black man, in his house. The premise was wierd and funny. But overall tbh I was kind of disappointed by the book, cause I had read his blog - 'Being held hostage in Quincy, MA' which made me audibly laugh out like a jackass, his antics with the junkie were truly hilarious. So I thought the book will be in the same nerve, same level of humour and shit. But in comparison to that blog I found it quite lacklustre. I should have read the Kindle sample before wasting my money on it.
Nah bro I read it. It was pretty mid. The writing is character accurate - that of an unbothered youth. It was in no way bad. In fact it was quite a swift read due to it's easy language. But yeah all that self loathing and repetitive cheating didn't ring with me. There were a couple of parts where I chuckled and I liked the story in which he goes to record a black man, in his house. The premise was wierd and funny. Tbh I was kind of disappointed overall by the book, cause I had read his blog - 'Being held hostage in Quincy, MA' which made me audibly laugh out like a jackass, his antics with the junkie were truly hilarious. So I thought the book will be in the same nerve, same level of humour and shit. But in comparison to that blog I found it quite lacklustre. I should have read the Kindle sample before wasting my money on it.
I think WBE is a better writer than Bukowski tbh
I'm amazed Khara licensed him the rights to use Shinji Ikari's likeness on his book of cheating stories.
That's the fun part. Khara hadn't.
Hmm, I've only seen criticism of its style, this gives me reason to reconsider whether to read it
Yes and this is why this guy’s comparison to Easton Ellis is hilarious. No one here is clutching pearls about the subject matter. One of the most famous novels of all time is about a pedophile. Pretty much all of us have read stuff more inflammatory than this.
But there is just nothing more to it compared to all the guys listed. The subject matter isn’t a vehicle for any sort of unique prose. It reads like a journal from Elliott Rodger except this guy has sex™️.
I read a couple of his articles until I ask myself why I was subjecting myself to the same story over and over again. None of which have the ability to enlighten or transform you in any way. It’s just a look into the most whiny guy you knew from sophomore year in college going through a slut phase. I’m good.
Perfectly stated
You should stick to the NY Times "bestsellers" list then. James Patterson is probably your favorite author.
Well played!