It’s not often that I laugh out loud, but for whatever reason it happened at least a couple times a page for throughout the two-hundred pages in “Et Tu, Babe.” Although not exactly a novel with anything ever vaguely resembling a plot, the storyline follows the author as he reinvents himself as a kind of superhero author. More a series of short surreal stories about a anatomical cheese sculptors or getting high off of a vial of authentic “Abraham Lincoln’s Morning Breath” stolen from the National Museum, Leyner is amalgam of literary minds which cross somewhere between J.R. Tolken and Hunter Thompson. His wit is fast, hip, and twisted but also surprisingly and technically informed about everything from modern medicine to technology. You’ll either love it or hate it, but it would be hard to truthfully say that this guy isn’t really talented.
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.