Indecipherable

Double Cup Love

It's a cop-out to review a book I didn't finish, but I just wanted to give a word of advice--make sure you're prepared for this. If you're not totally up on modern culture and slang, expect  to spend a lot of time scratching your head and skipping over phrases you can't translate. Like,

I checked the dish on other people's plates and noticed the caramel color, the bouncy skin, the sharp edges on every cut. Every piece looked like chicken sushi, little lego bits of brown chicken with the bone hanging by a thread. Finally, our wei ji rou arrived. It was spicy, it was tingly, it was grounded by the leeks, but listen...I know you ninjas fuck with cold pizza so peep game. There is a particular sweetness that comes from the essence of cold poultry...

It's not the f-bomb; it's not the juxtaposition of street-speak with cerebral phrases ("essence of cold poultry"); it's the expressions that make absolutely no sense -- "you ninjas fuck with cold pizza so peep game".

In the time it takes me to try to make sense of them and give up, I lose track of the narrative. His dialog is fine, but anytime he relates anything going on in his head, it's unfathomable.  Probably he really talks that way, but reading it in a book is just too much work for me.

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