Apparently, Eeeee Eee Eeee is hailed as an experimental fiction masterpiece. When critics laud something, I get my dander up trying to figure out why. I’ve learned a lot by wondering how something that seems stupid or confusing might actually have great worth. But I do not like this book.
Why’d I read it? Well, with a couple spare hours before dinner one day, I wandered into a bookstore. This looked short enough to finish in one sitting and the back called it hilarious. Well…it’s a series of disconnected events in the life of Andrew, a purposeless, emo young suburbanite, who shares his every inane thought. Andrew’s experiences are often wildly surreal – cave-dwelling dolphins who murder celebrities, suicidal talking bears – but all are tarred with the same agonizingly dull brush as aimless conversations with the pizza deliverer. And the words “depressing” and/or “sad” are used liberally on every page.
I recognize this book’s success in that Lin does convey strong, clear messages about absurdity, ennui, and the odd couple of extreme boredom and ultraviolence. But by the end, I was depressed and irritated and had developed new neuroses. Which is possibly what Lin wanted? I dunno, man. That dude is bizarre. Which is saying something, for a freak like me.
The 214 in 2014 series chronicles every book I read in 2014. Each review contains exactly 214 words, because 2014 words is too long and 2014 characters is too dang short.