"City of God"

City of God (E.L. Doctrow)

This may be one of the most unreadable books I've ever attempted; I want to go back and bump "V." up a full letter grade after reading this disaster (can you bump a grade of "Weird" up?). The back of this book says that "With brilliant and audacious strokes, the author... creates a breathtaking collage of memories, events, visions, and provocative thought, all centered on the idea of the modern reality of God". The reality is that what you have here is a big dumb mess of non-sequitur nonsense, with the author jumping between unconnected charecters, all of whom write in the first person, with no identification as to who's who, ruminating on what they had for dinner and walking around New York while nothing happens. The poison icing on this sewage cake is that you also have mixed in high school philosphy level musings about the Big Bang, and what if, like, God is like, inside of each one of us, man?
I usually try to get at least 50 pages into a book, but I only managed to endure 20 pages of this crap and regretted every single one. What the fuck.

Grade: F-