It's true, the fantasy plot in Bone Clocks is crammed into the other stories, and it is such a jarring shift in tone that it derails the novel it threw me out of reality that Mitchell tries so hard to create. Self-referential self-deprecation is so passé, so 2004.
I wouldn't go as far as that, but Mitchell's fictionalized critic has a point. Three: What Surer sign is there that the creative aquifers are dry that a writer creating a writer-character?" Two: The fantasy subplot clashes so violently with the book's State of the World pretensions, I cannot bear to look. So why is Echo Must Die such a decomposing hog? One: Hershey is so bent on avoiding cliché that each sentence is as tortured as an American whistleblower. To dub Echo Must Die 'Infantile, flatulent, ghastly drivel would be an insult to infants, to flatulence, and to ghosts alike. "In my salad days at Cambridge, I got into a fistfight defending the honor of Hershey's early masterpiece Desiccated Embryos and to this day I wear the scar on my ear as a badge of honor. The interesting thing is that David Mitchell, in many ways, has already reviewed his own book. What vanity! Who was it, David Foster Wallace, that said people don't think about you nearly as much as you think other people think about you? " What happened to him?" "Didn't he just love David Mitchell?" "He wouldn't shut up about him!" And then the marauding hordes would rise out of the woodworks, tear me from my home, and tie me to the stake, set those sticks ablaze, crying, "Traitor! Traitor! What hath the apostate said about the lord our Mitchell? Blasphemy!" And I'd look fierce and proud, dying a martyr for the cause. This is all planned out: I imagined a ceremonious return to goodreads, where I shock the masses with a derisive and scathing critique of one of my favorite authors, and the goodreads community would all be astir. Here is the review that this book deserves: please read this and not mine. " What happened to him?" "Didn't he just love David Mitchell?" "He wouldn't shut up about him!" And then t
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