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January 8, 2007
I am now halfway through “Against the Day” and I admit to a degree of disappointment with the book’s substance, although freely confessing sheer glee at the experience of tumbling along with the rhythm and the sound. Far enough into it to have earned an opinion, I say it reads like rap. The energy is staggering, alluring, intoxicating; the imaginative vision extraordinary. But as in rap, for the most part, the energy is spent mythifying criminals and preaching the Nihil Gospel. The references to Zen are cool, though, as are the sly pop cultural wink/nods, like the executioner named Flagg.