5.0 out of 5 stars
Gorgeous and visceral., 19 Jun 2010
By K. Baumann - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Waste (Paperback)
One of the most affecting experiences I've had. Buy this book. Buy many. Give them to friends. If it doesn't alter you, throw it in the garbage; it'll be okay, might actually be happy.
4.0 out of 5 stars
Incredibly precise & detailed writing..., 29 Mar 2010
By Jim Slanski "Reader" - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Waste (Paperback)
Incredibly precise & intense writing (think Gary Lutz but with more of a plot) yields a darkly satisfying tale of an oafish hi-rise janitor heading for a fall. Some have complained about the "necro" angle. Yes, that aspect is disturbing -- but used less for shock value than to drive home the point (in the ultimate terms) that we're all just "waste" in the end. Minor, but memorably grim (or poignant, depending on your mood.) And you'll never leave your shoes unattended beneath your cubicle desk again.
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2.0 out of 5 stars
Remarkably Unfulfilling, 13 Jun 2010
By Dash Manchette - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Waste (Paperback)
I was expecting more from WASTE. Often thin books pack the punch harder, getting to the meat of what lies underneath those everyday transactions, and those everyday people, that we pass through or pass by without much thought. Certainly WASTE has a good character for this. Sloper is a janitor with the social skills, or lack of them perhaps, that makes him invisible to so many of the rest of us. The story pushes things even more to the periphery. Lacking companionship, Sloper finds it where he can.
But it is so disjointed that we never really connect. We follow Sloper around rather than really get under his skin or experience his physical and existential isolation. Not a character that many would naturally project onto, the story required something to let us make that emotional connection that allows for a more appreciative reading. Given the companion that Sloper finds, a solid narrative could have developed based upon an exploration of Sloper's own feelings as projected onto his girl. We do not get it.
Maybe I mistook WASTE for something it was not meant to be. I personally am no fan of that stream-of-consciousness writing in which we do not really know if the words in front of us are an objective description of what is happening or a projection of the subjectivity of the character (though I would hope the latter, as the former would be very weak writing indeed). However, even given my distaste, the story here was too thin, too insubstantial, for me to recommend it.
Eugene Marten seems to have talent. He can write a scene and even some decent dialogue. Perhaps writing in a style that makes full use of such skills would allow for a better book. WASTE is (bad pun alert) a waste of this man's seeming talents.