I'm... still a fan? I mean, it's flawed and probably a fluke but it's one of the least self-pitying drunkalogs out there (in that he's self-pitying but constantly mocks himself for being so)
And I love you for it.
It’s one of the few books I know that is an unsparing and accurate summation of what it is to be a failure. He is not redeemed by love; he is not a charming drunk, there is no happy ending, other than the book itself.
I agree! We’re talking about Frederick Exley at the moment. I love those 70’s-80’s Irving novels, though. My fave is Owen Meany. However, there’s only so much you can say about prep schools, bears, incest and castration.