I find myself having trouble reading this book. It's not that I
don't want to, or that it's not written well... It's utterly
exhausting.
Dave Eggers writes it as if he were doing it in a rush... Like
someone speaking so quickly you can almost see the words tumbling
out of their mouth. When I read it, I find myself picking up that
same pace. After about 20 pages, I'm tired of reading so quickly...
and so much. Within a single paragraph, he crams a dozen or more
ideas... and that paragraph can span more than a page.
I'm liking it, despite not being born of his generation or having
experienced San Francisco in any way. I've never even seen more
than one or 2 episodes of Real World - although coincidentally
enough, it was the season with Puck and Judd - but I keep reading.
And the more I read, the more I'm torn between feeling utterly
sorry for him, and agreeing wholeheartedly. He writes about random
moments and anecdotes that I find myself saying "No kidding! I
didn't think anyone else thought stuff like that."
It is heartbreaking... and too often have I had to stop reading in
order to gain a breath of fresh air.