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Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Richard Price, Lush Life

The grilling of the anti-hero murder suspect at the beginning of the book is fun, but the street crim kids aren't as well drawn as the gentrifiers and the cops. Price isn't mean enough to his teen delinquents, while he might be too mean to his grown-up ones. Nobody hates hipsters more than ex-hipsters, and Price has been there. The mystery is cleared up for us long before the victim's funeral turns into an orgy of point-scoring. When somebody actually wants to mourn, the attention-grabbers turn on the self-loathing. If you don't have anyone else's attention, you might as well have your own.



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