Here’s his review/defense.
By Kyle:
Suicide Blonde was the first official Extreme Book Club selection, and those of you familiar with my literary predilections may be confused by it. Let me explain: Aaron and I had just formulated the idea of an extreme book club and were hunting for a first official book in the store. After several minutes of futile searching, I did what I do best—I gave up. Moments later, I laid down supine near the Ss, looked to my right, and casually slid a paperback volume off the shelf. On the cover was a picture of an (ahem) interesting young woman lighting what appeared to be a post-coital cigarette. Then the title—Suicide Blonde—seemed extreme enough, and as so, was chosen.
I deeply disliked this book. The depressed characters stumble from one less-than-subtle sexual escapade to the next in search of some sort of magical validation that would miraculously extract them from the dharma wheel, but since all of them are so self-absorbed, the only reprieve they can find occurs in those moments when they are doin’ it.
The entire novel is a bunch of overtly sexed-up heroine-chic hip-posturing that goes nowhere. It could, I suppose, be of some sociological use to those interested in critical women’s studies. Well….. No… Actually, it just blows.
