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I feel only sadness.
Really quick read, very raw and emotionally saturated. I loved it.
I absolutely love everything Stephen Elliott writes.
This is that guy who hugged me at the book signing last year. I adore him. This is an older piece of short fiction; it was okay, a little gritty (in a good way) but I couldn't get as involved with the characters as I did in his others. Perhaps this book was a good starting jog for the great run of fiction he was to publish later in his life.
The place: Halsted Street, Chicago. The people: Anthony, 34, a stripper. Lance, 27, also a stripper. And Brooke, Lance's 17-year-old girlfriend, a call girl. Both men appear on brightly lit stages at night, battling their fleeting youth while struggling to survive. Lance has been in prison (and he's a little bit mad). Lance has killed (see the blue teardrops tattooed under his eye). Anthony is also violent, but in a more subtle, internal way. As for Brooke ... she's a runaway but she still looks...
I was really enoying the first half of this novel. I thought I was really getting something out of it. I liked the writing style; it was sparse and neutral and in its minimalism, quite engaging. The city of Chicago is painted as a grimy character, and while nothing being written was glamorized or pleasant in any way, it felt genuine. It's a real shame that the story tumbles into melodrama so hard by the end. It's not that I don't necessarily discount that every terrible thing that happened to th...
This is the second book I've read from Stephen Elliot and it's definitely his style to be so minimalistic that you plow through the pages quickly as the characters spiral down down down...and it's dirty and ugly and beautiful....I know Elliot wants us to feel the lack of feeling in his characters. That's the point. The three characters - prostitutes and strippers - are jaded and hardened and that's the way the story is written. He wanted us to see how numb they had become, these broken people wi...