Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me by Richard Fariña // 52 Books, 52 Weeks

Subjectively, then (viewed even as an integral piece of crap), his own end was assured. I mean, why the hell bother to burn the candle at both ends when you can use an oxyacetlyene torch on the middle. Less aesthetic, but more people see the flame.

Tumultuous in the way only the Beats were any good at being, Fariña’s story of Gnossos Papadopoulos is one of a man assuring his own end by running towards it with the speed of blatant disregard and vapidity. Though to say the plot makes no sense might be a moot point, the character study is where the book shines—and shits, probably. 

Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me by Richard Fariña // 52 Books, 52 Weeks

Subjectively, then (viewed even as an integral piece of crap), his own end was assured. I mean, why the hell bother to burn the candle at both ends when you can use an oxyacetlyene torch on the middle. Less aesthetic, but more people see the flame.

Tumultuous in the way only the Beats were any good at being, Fariña’s story of Gnossos Papadopoulos is one of a man assuring his own end by running towards it with the speed of blatant disregard and vapidity. Though to say the plot makes no sense might be a moot point, the character study is where the book shines—and shits, probably.