I hate when I have to admit that a book was hard to read because it makes me feel like a dummy. But this one was and it kinda did. I'll also admit that I jumped on the Leonard Cohen bandwagon when he died in the sense that I wanted to learn more about him. I think I should've simply chosen a well-researched biography. I've always been a fan of his music, and because of that, I knew this early novel would probably have some certain weirdness to it. And I was right. Overtly sexual (and not in a sexy way) and stream of consciousness writing (and yes in the Jack Kerouac way) are just not typically my bag when it comes to novels. His way with words though, just like in his music, still has a true beauty....even when describing something grotesque. How he managed that, I'll never know, but I guess that's why he will forever be embodied as a poet of our times.
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans