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Wow I am finally done with this book! It was very refreshing and I really enjoyed it.
I'm still trying to figure out what exactly the suicides represent but I thought it was really cool how the author makes you feel just as guilty as the narr about their deaths. Why didn't we DO something more to help them? It was like watching an accident in slow motion and being excited when we should be concerned about the people involved. The use of "we" makes you experience that guilt more than if the narr was a well defined character.
What I'm curious about is the purpose of the story. It's written as if they are doing this big investigation, almost like a trial is going on. They list exhibits and talk about interviews, but for what purpose? Is it a real event or just this one guys obsession that he's trying to finally put to rest through some kind of essay/diary? I sort of feel like there's judgement going on, maybe he's dead and this is his day of reckoning. Sorry, I'm reaching now! hehe...
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Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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