Let us not forget the delicious scene in Beat the Reaper by Josh Bazell, when our hero extracts a piece of his own leg bone to create a sharp piece of weaponry. That said, what is truly remarkable about the book and what I liked most about it is that despite how bad things are for Roberta, she isn't sitting around asking for sympathy or wallowing in self pity. It is the first sentence of chapter two. You could easily read this in one sitting and you probably should because I'm not sure how long you want to really spend in Roberta's cruddy world. A copy that has been read, but remains in excellent condition.
Now the truth can finally be revealed about the mysterious day long ago when the authorities found a child, calmly walking in the boiling desert, covered with blood. Watch her speak on youtube. It's all trippy and cosmic and painful and surreal and completely gross gross gross with a whirling cross-country mis adventure where every new character is a motherfucker of a fucker more deranged than the last. I don't know why I feel I have to clarify that - the subtitle maybe? But somehow Barry managed to make depressing into the most hilariously disturbing philosophical book I have ever read. I was reeling, seeing stars for days. The narrative is terribly worrisome. One narrative is the story of h I loved this book!! It smells like oily hair, cheap hotel rooms, and mounds of animal excrement.
Her father with his skewed selfish view of the world makes me sicker! Read it if you dare. It's the kind of book that makes you want to try writing a screenplay. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. Description On a September night in 1971, a few days after getting busted for dropping two of the 127 hits of acid found in a friend's shoe, a sixteen-year-old who is grounded for a year curls up in the corner of her ratty bedroom, picks up a pen, and begins to write. This is her story of her tragic life.
I will just leave it at that. The kind of book you can't imagine how to actually go about recommending it to your girlfriend. A great thing about the story is the surprise brutality and pop-up darkness that just keeps coming. She is a survivor and a wonderful narrator. The world of Roberta, age eleven, is terrifyingly unbounded, a one-way cross-country road trip fueled by revenge and by greed, a violent, hallucinatory, sometimes funny, more often horrific year of killings, betrayals, arson, and a sinister set of butcher knives, each with its own name. A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. Lynda Barry is one of my favorite comics writers, because she has the inner world of kids with harsh lives down cold, and her characters, Marlys, Freddie, Arna and Maybonne not to mention Fred Milton are well known in my household.
While her comic strips are very good, her novels are much better. We have a teen, Roberta who desires to escape, whether by death or drugs, as she lives in an abusive household in a highly unappealing town. This novel was so very painful. Lynda Barry is one of my favorite comics writers, because she has There is nothing I can write that hasn't already been written and much better than I could by others. The other takes the form of a viciously horrific tale of five years prior when Roberta, then 11, is kidnapped by her father and brought along on a homocidal road trip in search of a denied fortune and easily the most distubing and terrifying father daughter bonding vacation anyone could conjur up. It was not the fault of the drugs. That's my favorite trick, when an author can pull it off.
A copy that has been read, but remains in excellent condition. Herrmann Home for Adolescent Rest. It's the kind of book that makes you want to try writing a screenplay. She could not give the authorities any information about why she was the only survivor and everyone else was lying around in hacked-up pieces. This book is powerful, stunning in its emotional depth, redolent of the dark corners of youth, violent and scary. Cover has used book stickers or residue.
May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. My uncle works as a rec therapist for juvenile offenders, most of which have been terribly abused, stories you don't want to believe are true. This is a dark and disturbing tale about a young, abused girl named Roberta who is on a psychotic road trip with her homicidal father after leaving the equally troubling home of abusive mother. I want to say it. Book may have additional damage or defects not listed above. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. This novel requires endurance, at least by me.
Her father with his skewed selfish view of the world makes me sicker! If you are holding this book right now it means that everything came out just the way I wanted it to. It's unabashed and unflinching and unyielding, like Little Debbie herself a knife. There is a severed penis. The New Yorker Cruddy's horror-bright narrative and over-the-top mayhem comedy nearly blind you to its plain, heartbreaking realism. Reading Cruddy is like finding a bloody finger in your sandwich but you keep eating it anyway. It gets points for being beautifully written - despite the weirdness, but I couldn't handle how dark it got. It's the story of a girl named Roberta who may very well of had the most miserable existence anyone could conjur up, and it unveils itself in a stream of off the wall disaster and heartbreaking realizations.
Curdled still in a good way. How did I not know about Lynda Barry before, I have no idea, but I know now, and I'm a fan. Such bright blood is a ray enkindled Of that sun, in heaven that shines And has been left behind entangled And caught in the net of the many vines. Why is that the people who create the most disturbing shit are the people who seem the most optimistic, happy, and stable? It baffles me how the writing can be so good and I'm only just hearing about a book that was published in 1999. Entertainment Weekly One of the top ten best books of the year. I judged Cruddy by the cover. At ThriftBooks, our motto is: Read More, Spend Less.
It's written in such a masterfully detailed and honest language that I found myself lost in the prose a number of times. On the few occasions I managed to actually step away from this book, I had to lay it face down so it didn't haunt me from across the room. It is a story about which Roberta has kept silent for five years, until, under the influence of a pale hippie called the Turtle and a drug called Creeper, her tale giddily unspools. Kudos to Barry for writing a book I could actually smell. Customer service is our top priority!. Originally released in 1999 and, judging solely from the voluminous amount of new reviews it still inspires on this site, still as important now as it was then. First sentences are said to sell or destroy a book.