tHE pALLbEARERS cLUB
By pAUL tREMBLAY

A metafictional account told by a pseudo-intellectual neurotic and “edited” by his equally neurotic and self-important acquaintance, The Pallbearers Club is at best meandering, at worst rambling prose; using so many words to say so little.

The narration trips clumsily over the fine line between self-aware and self-conscious, falling regularly into the pool of self-indulgence and waxing poetic.

I desperately wanted to enjoy this book but ultimately found myself running out of concessions to make for it’s bottomless side tangents about punk music and other superfluous details.

Overall, the story left me feeling frustrated, unresolved, and didn’t pay me back for the attention it took from me. If the story got anything right, I would have to agree, the manuscript itself is an energy vampire on its readers.

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