Sergio De La Pava’s A Naked Singularity
Damn this book. It defeated me. At page 400. I couldn’t take it anymore. Testing the reader’s patience at every page, Sergio De La Pava’s A Naked Singularity is a 680 page tome in desperate need of an editor.
Here’s what Slate had to say. It’s accurate, especially the graph. Which is cool, along with being accurate. I enjoyed the scatological tidbit about a lawyer who apparently doesn’t know how to use a toilet. I suppose these things happen. Why did Sergio feel the need to clog up an enjoyable, comical rhythm with the inanity of every single thought and action that the lead character might undertake? This is not okay. I am actually angry. 400 pages. Get a fucking editor.