The Inmate With The Mop

The problem with reading books by Tao Lin is that his prose style is so similar to the way thoughts sound that after you're done, it's impossible not to write/think as though he is inside your brain writing your life as you live it. I don't know how he does this but it scares me. There's no real story here. The book is more like an extension of his blog and general online persona. I am going to see him give a reading tomorrow at Book Soup, maybe. This is my favorite thing he's ever written. Bed is also very good.