Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Abrasion of Formless Time

Robert Stone has a particular American story that he keeps telling in all his books. There's always an idealist, a drug-fiend, and an enlightened realist, although sometimes the realist and the drug-fiend are the same. The idealist dies; the realist suffers but makes it. Meanwhile we get a dirty version of America and environs over the last half century.

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