To say it's ahead of its time is to understate the matter completely. Farina's prose is ur-Pynchonian. The inappropriateness of the sexual posturing is beside the point. Complete versimilitude of the unhinged, drug-addled young ambitious tormented mind.
Still plodding through this. By the middle some of the gorgeous language surprise of the beginning has begun to wane - the plot itself is a little limp and undergrad hi-jinks ish.
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