![]() ![]() This is one of the audios I listened to while I walked to work, so the neighborhoods of Eugene had the dubious privilege of waking to my shrieks and hysterical cackling for many mornings in April because of Tom Wolfe. ![]() This book made me scream and gasp and stop, sit, and stare. I just want to read it over and over again, mystery intact. How does it happen? How does someone put something this perfect together? And I don’t even want to know. The idea of writing such a beautiful book kills me. I’m pretty sure he’s gotten it, but just in case, my wish is out there. But, I wish on Tom Wolfe a lifetime supply of sex and ice cream because of this book. ![]() ![]() Anybody! Not that I’m recommending everyone start stalking him. I hope Tom Wolfe has gotten anybody he’s ever wanted – x-ray, lemon tart, girls with any shade of lipstick imaginable, men with impressive sternocleidomastoid muscles. I hope women (or men) invented a time machine to travel back in time and lay young Tom Wolfe because of this book. I hope women have put down this book, thrown on some lingerie, and walked over to his apartment – unless Wolfe is gay, in which case, I hope men have done the lingerie thing. I hope Tom Wolfe has gotten so laid because of this book. ![]()
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