Jonathan Safran Foer is the reason I am reading books again. Jonathan Safran Foer has the balls of a genetically mutated, Spielberg generated Tyrannosauruses Rex.
The American literally literates his thoughts in real time.
When I picked up "Incredibly Loud" I thought - this is incredible.
Not that there weren't parts that I could live without. But the general flowing of his writing , the chronological slaughter he performs (Did anyone say Tarantino?)
and his reconstruction of the written word, all got me anything but well-deserved Z's.
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