Review courtesy of Reading Project 2015.
Welp, this is a classic.
Never has the word tremulous fluttered so gaily and so often upon the page.
Look, it's kind of camp and exquisite and over-wrought and gothic as hell.
It may, in fact, be just about perfect. An ornate jewel of book.
I don't have a gif but here is a picture of David Bowie at his most astonishingly beautiful.
It feels fitting somehow.
Als a cigarette ... "is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”
So my mind cannot encompass the sheer unadulterated hedonism of David Bowie holding a cigarette.
I think Oscar would be proud.