...by Jonathan Tropper, "One Last Thing Before I Go," (taken from a NYT review by Janet Maslin):
As “One Last Thing Before I Go” begins, Silver is immersed in — well, not much. He lives in an apartment building with a crew of other men whose ex-wives hate them. Their activities include slinging wisecracks, ogling much younger women and talking about guy topics, like cigars, which is the kind of riffing that is Mr. Tropper’s truly strong suit.
“Because of a tossed salad of latent Freudian inadequacy issues,” he writes, “middle-aged men will perform fellatio on a clump of cured leaves and somehow feel more like men because of it, which, if nothing else, is a colossal triumph of marketing. And you would think that, phallic or not, a habit that involves plugging your mouth would be a quieter affair, but you would be wrong.”
...majestically enthroned amid the vulgar herd...
Did you get tired of copying and pasting news articles?
Are you now on to copying and pasting bad literature instead of bad journalism?
Ever think of contributing an original thought of your own?