Speaking of In the Mail, I thought I would bring this series up-to-date somewhat with a catch up post. So here are some interesting titles that came my way that I haven’t managed to read yet but for which I still hold out hope.
Memorial is an infinitely detailed, completely engrossing picture of modern America, and Wagner is a kind of genius—but it’s not a fully human world. One senses, as Wagner yanks his characters around on their tracks or crushes them beneath his cruel wheels, a certain authorial sadism. Often—this is possibly a trait he shares with his city—he’s cruelest to the weakest. Watching them suffer can be almost unbearable, but Wagner doesn’t turn away. In the end, Wagner tweaks his karmic system (the Hindu and Buddhist themes Wagner has explored in previous books are developed further here) to give everyone what he or she deserves.
Which is to say that this is a typical Bruce Wagner novel, and therefore it’s unlikely to greatly alter anyone’s opinion of his work. By now he’s a genre unto himself, and all of his conventions are at play: adrenalized, hyper-referential prose; ridiculous narrative coincidences, as much jokes on their own implausibility as storytelling crutches; long rants about the hideous cultural state of America, most of them unprintable here; characters who are jangled heaps of neurosis and rant; inklings of Buddhist detachment undercut by sneers at professional Buddhists with “West Side affluence”; lawsuits, lifestyles of the rich and famous and lavishly dropped names, in this case, celebrity architects; and savagely knowing dissections of high-end excess, perhaps best summarized by the “special black toilet paper from Spain” gracing one private jet’s restroom. “Memorial” is sometimes exhausting, often riotously funny and never embarrassed by the breadth of its rage.

Publishers Weekly:
One of the more difficult tasks a book reviewer has is to distinguish between the subjective and the objective; between what I like and what is good or bad. I don’t want to get into the whole is objectivity even possible or whether it is relevant to the arts. But it is an interesting debate.
If you are a conservative Republican who believes in limited government there should be a warning label on this book: May Cause Depression (should not be read just before an election). Of course if you have been paying attention, the fact that the GOP has lost its way on fiscal discipline is no surprise. But a detailed description of just how bad things have gotten, and just how quickly the party lost its courage, is less than encouraging to say the least. And that is a good description of Stephen Slivinski’s