Bed
A Short Stories, Fiction book. Death is the end of the fear of death. [...] To avoid it we must not...
College students, recent graduates, and their parents work at Denny's, volunteer at a public library in suburban Florida, attend satanic ska/punk concerts, eat Chinese food with the homeless of New York City, and go to the same Japanese restaurant in Manhattan three times in two sleepless days, all while yearning constantly for love, a better kind of love, or something better than love, things which--much like the Loch Ness Monster--they know probably do not exist, but are rumored to exist and therefore "good enough."
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- Filetype: PDF
- Pages: 278 pages
- ISBN: 9781933633268 / 1933633263
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Life, people learned, was not easy. Life was not cake. Life was not a carrot cake. Tao Lin, Bed It was a face that said, Fuck the world, but said it reluctantly, and tonelessly, and then apologized, said Sorry, but said all of this so shyly that no one heard, anyway, except for himself. A year ago, Uncle Larry went to the hospital with the flu, somehow fell into a coma, and, a few days later, died. Tao Lin, Bed I won, said Chelseas dad, and went to give Chelsea a high-five, but missed, as they were standing too close.My fault, he said. That was my fault.Oh, Chelsea said.And he stepped back a little and tried again, but Chelsea, distracted now by somethingmaybe the plant in the far corner, standing and waiting like a person in a dream; or maybe the green shoe or some other thing that was out there and longing, to be looked at, and takenwasnt ready, and their hands, his then hers, passed through the air in a kind of wave, a little goodbye. Tao Lin, Bed
Tao Lin writes a blog called Reader of Depressing Books. If Tao Lin were a Hollywood blockbuster his tag-line would be Writer of Annoying Fiction. Very tedious and exasperating. A lot of the time I felt like what I was reading was less of a story and more of an exercise in reduction, and not in a good way. For me Lin's extreme minimalist... Revisiting the classics/practicing self-loathing. It's maybe a little scary that I can still identify with the same characters as I did however many years ago when I first read this. It kind of reinforces that awful static feeling that Bed gives off. I'm rating this high in order to give myself a chance of rating it lower sometime in... "Bed" is a fantastic collection of short stories. Lin is able to deftly create moods that capture the melancholy, depression, confusion, loneliness and despair of existence. Many of the characters in the stories are twenty-somethings trying to find love or happiness and struggling to figure out what it is to live. They feel isolated...
