Okay, I made it just over halfway through The Meat and Spirit Plan, and I’m abandoning ship. I feel somewhat almost bad to be focusing my irritation – with having started two books in a row that turned out to be duds – on this particular dud, but if you have the means at some future point to get your hands on a copy, let me point you to where I said "enough" – it’s page 118 that I said "I am wasting my time with this" and it’s page 119 – actually, the following passage is all of page 119 – that I read the following:
When I stop sleeping with Ian then stop sleeping it is noticed. It is different. Life continues. At night I sit in front of the terrible room’s large bay window. I look out of it, smoke cigarettes, and think about shit.
You do? Really? That last sentence could easily serve as a summary of this aimless work. Wicked bland.
I flipped ahead to see if things were going to shift direction dramatically, but they don’t really seem to shift at all. And the ending appears to be the young woman sitting down to write this very book you’re holding, which might work for me as a conclusion if I was fifteen to seventeen years younger, and a series of pictures. The Raw Shark Texts ended with a picture, and I didn’t like it then, either. It doesn’t exactly take a sorcerer supreme to tuck a few pictures in to the end of a novel, and I’m not interested in it as a general practice. It reeks of self-satisfaction and laziness. A gimmick. If anyone has an example of it working, please, put me in my place. (Do not go with Foer. You will hear a loud The Price is Right you-got-it-wrong buzzer.)