#tom wolfe

havent done a bookhop poll in forever and i think ots because i just dont have the energy to write out lil blurbs about em and also i think maybe my book pool is too big right now to even narrow down to within 12. i dont meed to finish books but im focusing on many many right now. bonfire of the vanities. clear and present danger. your name here. rabbit run. devil house. humument. honest to god i got a thirdway through bonfire because its so so good but i slowed down recently and its scary because i dont know why. i think its because ive never gotten this far this fast before. this book may be the billy summers of 2024 to the house of dust of 2025 its just such a gripping 1987 new york yuppieworld. i love human stories. i love books about real dynamics between fake people. actually i just answered the question im going to finally crack open the che guevara latin american travel nournal 🏍️ thank u duckies good duckies 🦆<- imagine yellow & rubber & on a programmers desk while im explaining my problem out loud to you until i solve it myself after walking through it verbally 🙂‍↕️

im about a third through wolfe's bonfire and super super loving it. definely its becoming my 1980s dhalgren 1975 by samuel r delany i think. two monolithic novels representing the racial tensions at the core of post-civil rights movement america using a city full of diverse characters with interpersonal dynamics that i feel entirely compelled to become very autisticly analytical about. the foils, the themes, etc etc.. makes a girl go crasey

*in the middle of sex with tom wolfe* i need to thriftbook burroughs' yage letters Now

im really loving bonfire of the vanities. the late 80s yuppie scene is super interesting to me. the glengarry glen ross of it. the american psycho of it. 25 year olds making millions of dollars over the phone every day. getting all sorts of stress related medical issues. its so fascinating. ive honestly been reading it every day for like a week now which is just astounding considering my bookhopping ways. something about it just holds my attention so rapt. loving this world of "new york" which it envisions

you know reading tom wolfe's electric acid kool aid test at age 22 from a context of being a huge fan of 60s music as well as the beats i actually thought of tom as sort of ken kesey's bitch but now that im reading bonfire of the vanities im realizing maybe a journalist can spit a little fire if im being super honest