i gave up on this one 3/4’s of the way in, sometime last fall, heavily due to the slow pacing and large ‘fat’ that BEE had written in this novel. i love his writing, sincerely, but there’s like 200 or so pages that could’ve been sliced from this. 

a lottttttt of this book is the protagonist mapping out every single thing he does when he’s home, or in the car, it gets repetitive. being high on drugs, alone, reflecting, listening to alternative 80s music etc etc

but i just kept coming back to it. i don’t know why, but i did. i’m glad i finished it. i really do like this story. i’m a bitch for the eerie, slightly off putting tone of something just feeling *wrong* ….. the characters in here aren’t lovable or memorable at all, but as i said, what BEE really nails here is the *atmosphere* 

this novel is HEAVY on *atmosphere* & vibes. if that’s your thing, in addition with the backdrop of 1980s LA, bored rich kids, who are high on drugs, in the midst of the golden age of serial killers, lingering homoeroticism, you will have fun. [then again, that’s kinda all his novels lmao]