At certain points, reading
the work can even be said
to resemble the act of
making love to a
three-hundred-pound woman.
Once she gets on top,
it’s all over.
Fall in love, or
be asphyxiated.
Taken from Norman Mailer’s 1998 New York Review of Books review of Tom Wolfe’s A Man in Full, posted on Futility Closet. Submitted by Marika.
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