It’s Called Disturbing by Buddy Roy Baldry
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Somewhere between Glengarry Glen Ross and Fargo, between Office Space and Fight Club,
Baldry exudes in rich tones the familiar neurosis of relationships and careers and the quiet hell of modernity. With sullen desperation, Tom Ryder’s sickness of normalcy turns inevitably toward an obsessive self-consciously misanthropic trauma of stupidity. In a time when having to explain oneself to one’s girlfriend is considered a worse alternative to spending a night in jail, one must look inward for answers. But perhaps they are answering the wrong questions. And did I mention that this book is laugh out loud hilarious?
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