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In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.
The second part that's up today, about his father's knife, I've read. Where did I read that? Was it a published as a story in a journala bout 6 months ago or so?
Posted by: Carl | February 09, 2010 at 02:34 PM
Harpers, methinks.
Posted by: TEV | February 09, 2010 at 02:47 PM
I don't know. These excerpts aren't nearly as funny as "And Then We Came to The End", so it must be shite...
Oh. Wait a minute.
Posted by: Niall | February 09, 2010 at 03:14 PM
Also the "Spanish knife" sequence reminds me a bit much of the "your father's watch" scene from Pulp Fiction, the one with Christopher Walken giving the kid his father's watch.
Posted by: Niall | February 09, 2010 at 03:15 PM