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A review by jasminenoack
Noughties by Ben Masters
4.0
This is a hard book to review given my usual style for review so much is the style of the book. constant interjections of useless conjecture and memory, but I cannot show that through an affected prose style, given it's pervasiveness in my constant prose style.
masters lives in a world somewhere between [a:James Joyce|5144|James Joyce|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1183237775p2/5144.jpg] and [a:David Foster Wallace|4339|David Foster Wallace|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1327275938p2/4339.jpg] although to my taste he feels closer to joyce and maybe closer to [a:William Blake|13453|William Blake|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1199069675p2/13453.jpg]. But the text it oozes something that lives so distinctly in wallace's texts it can't be ignored. an intellectuality an intertextuality, a despiration, a confusion, a lack of defining character (well joyce so much had that too). but he lives in a world simpler than both but at the same time more complex a world of nightmares ([b:The History of History|8592844|The History of History|Ida Hattemer-Higgins|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320537996s/8592844.jpg|13462485]) and a world of indefinition ([b:Set This House in Order|7038261|Set This House in Order|Matt Ruff|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1267017445s/7038261.jpg|2204766]) a world of nights ([b:Imperial Bedrooms|7519866|Imperial Bedrooms |Bret Easton Ellis|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1278878105s/7519866.jpg|9738038]) a world of one day ([b:The Pets|3399860|The Pets|Bragi Ólafsson|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1289345951s/3399860.jpg|1477683]) It lives in a world where people are what they aren't and maybe are nothing at all.
it lives in a world of loss, a world of innocence ([b:Alice in Wonderland|13023|Alice in Wonderland|Lewis Carroll|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1166512952s/13023.jpg|2933712]) or lack thereof ([b:Peter Pan|34268|Peter Pan|J.M. Barrie|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1337714526s/34268.jpg|1358908]). It lives in the world where we are what we cannot be, and we cannot be what we are ([b:Darkside|8577364|Darkside|Belinda Bauer|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1304530760s/8577364.jpg|13420449])
masters lives in a world somewhere between [a:James Joyce|5144|James Joyce|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1183237775p2/5144.jpg] and [a:David Foster Wallace|4339|David Foster Wallace|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1327275938p2/4339.jpg] although to my taste he feels closer to joyce and maybe closer to [a:William Blake|13453|William Blake|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1199069675p2/13453.jpg]. But the text it oozes something that lives so distinctly in wallace's texts it can't be ignored. an intellectuality an intertextuality, a despiration, a confusion, a lack of defining character (well joyce so much had that too). but he lives in a world simpler than both but at the same time more complex a world of nightmares ([b:The History of History|8592844|The History of History|Ida Hattemer-Higgins|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320537996s/8592844.jpg|13462485]) and a world of indefinition ([b:Set This House in Order|7038261|Set This House in Order|Matt Ruff|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1267017445s/7038261.jpg|2204766]) a world of nights ([b:Imperial Bedrooms|7519866|Imperial Bedrooms |Bret Easton Ellis|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1278878105s/7519866.jpg|9738038]) a world of one day ([b:The Pets|3399860|The Pets|Bragi Ólafsson|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1289345951s/3399860.jpg|1477683]) It lives in a world where people are what they aren't and maybe are nothing at all.
it lives in a world of loss, a world of innocence ([b:Alice in Wonderland|13023|Alice in Wonderland|Lewis Carroll|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1166512952s/13023.jpg|2933712]) or lack thereof ([b:Peter Pan|34268|Peter Pan|J.M. Barrie|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1337714526s/34268.jpg|1358908]). It lives in the world where we are what we cannot be, and we cannot be what we are ([b:Darkside|8577364|Darkside|Belinda Bauer|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1304530760s/8577364.jpg|13420449])