BOOK REVIEW: Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (1995), 06.02.16
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http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=lasix-to-60-mg No revelation is reached. His most immediate ex returns to him because her father has died, and well, it’s just too hard to think about dating again right now. He’s overjoyed, because being the “Eh, F it” option is the best he’s achieved so far, and instantly considers cheating on her again. He comes to the realisation that it’s his own fear of death that makes him unable to settle, and we leave the happy (?) couple with their old disco night set up again to the delight of their community. By her. She set it up. For him. Because cheating on her, owing thousands in debt to her, getting weirdly aggressive over an unplanned pregnancy, and then spitting on a series of women whom he asks to help him while complaining about his life for a few hundred pages, that’s what makes a keeper.
http://caseyanthony.com/?search=discount-cialis-super-active There’s definitely value in a book like this. It’s an accurate and subtly crafted portrayal of a man like many, and his eventual realisations are poignant, delicate things that many may never be able to glimpse in the same way Hornby helps deliver. What irks me is why people for some reason walked away from it with an overall impression of “Good, fluffy, fun book about records” rather than an “Excruciating portrait of a man with the self-awareness of a bowl of rancid cereal milk.” Recommended for people who like desert island lists of classic rock records sprinkled through their brutal reminders of how fucking low-key terrible people can be. Pick it up at a hostel in Brisbane beneath a dent in the drywall.
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“Fresh Summer Reads: High Fidelity” by Richard Moore. First published by Pelican Magazine online, February 6, 2016.