Wow. I was totally blown away by this tour de force of a novel. This is a new writer with a huge amount of talent, able to mine the darkest reaches of the human condition to create an anti-hero for our generation.
I loved the book, and feel dirty for it. Nothing about this novel is comfortable, you want to hope for redemption but know none is deserved. This is the underbelly, the grim road, the enemy at our gates. From start to finish we ride the rollercoaster of lies, drugs, deceit and descent. The protagonist thinks he is in control, and craves it. Control, however, is never found.
The influences of James Frey and Bret Easton Ellis are clear from the start, but the darker figure of Rodion Raskolnikov lurks behind our doomed protagonist. We are in the mind of a monster.
Freedman has a dark reading of modern life, of a life of plenty. This novel is a rejection of the world and values that so much of the world dream of. It is a slap in the face of conventional wisdom, or maybe a kid throwing his toys out of the pram.
A special mention for the parts of the book that flow like streams of consciousness, gambling, drugs, girls rush through pages like the high nights they are, the heart palpitates unnaturally, we are there, we feel it, we love it and we are guilty. Genius.
Read this book