Viking Andrew's latest is a mixed bag. It starts out strong with a conversational address to GQ that problematizes the phallogocentric subject-object relation characteristic of the traditional bourgeois consumer review by establishing common ground between (re)viewer and (re)viewed, but runs into trouble midway with a series of murky and evasive equivocations--"can't help but feel," "as if," "possibly"--that leave the reader wondering exactly how Viking Andrew really feels about unintentionally ironic time-wastes. The author caps his review with a creatively punctuated call-response trope that showcases his verbal skill and attentive knowledge of men's fashion, perhaps even raising the bar for the "branding" of subcultural identity in subsequent reviews. Indeed, even the "cowboy" image is a breath of fresh air after the tedious Powerpoint screen-captures that have marred much of the Viking's recent work, marrying stalwart Twainian regionalism and touching insecurity in typically understated homoironic flourish.
RATING: 79% (Amtard transposition->88%)
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Wow, a C+. Thanks so much.
PS - Homoironic. I dig it.
That's a B+ in real school.
I was good with 79%, but hey; if you're that kind of grader, I'll take it. Anyway, I didn't enroll here for the knowledge. I enrolled for the knowledge. And the chicks.
What a great idea, to review a review.
Ha ha, just being a dick and trying to get my ranking back on top of the spreadsheet that RKT sent me.
I didn't get a spreadsheet. WTF? Forward. Now.
@G
Reviewing someone else's review is hilarious. Reviewing your own review while ranting about how no one appreciates you is just unstable.
Back then it was just me, baby. And Nick for like two days.
If I ever publish a book, all I want is to have a blurb that reads, "[Viking Andrew's work] is living proof that you can find sparkling wit in the most irrelevant horseshit imaginable.
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Of course this review is like three times as long as the original review.
Comment on comment, baby. It's the literary intellectual's bread and butter.
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