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Best Book Blurb Ever

I've been meaning to read something by Donald Ray Pollock for awhile, so I picked up the newly released paperback edition of The Devil All the Time the other day. Here's a blurb on the back from Jeff Baker of the Oregonian:

The Devil All the Time reads as if the love child of O'Connor and Faulkner was captured by Cormac McCarthy, kept in a cage out back and forced to consume nothing but onion rings, Oxycontin and Terrence Malick's Badlands.

Weirdly, I kind of don't want to read the novel anymore, just because I don't want to ruin the perfection of Baker's image.


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Very culture specific. Meaningless to most of us now and to anyone in a generation or two.

What? Faulkner and O'Connor have been culturally relevant for decades, and Terrance Malick will almost certainly be among discussed filmmakers of this period a generation from now. Your comment is almost as stupid as my taking the time to reply to it.