It really helps to read the afterword sometimes. This novel by John Colapinto was painful from start to almost finish. The title itself made me nervous that this would be yet another set of memoirs in disguise. Luckily, it wasn't.
If you don't mind sex and drug references, this book is do-able. The closer and closer I got to the end, the more I wanted to line up the three main characters and give them one giant slap.
The plot consists of a wanna-be author who steals his dead roomate's manuscript and publishes it as his own. The book becomes an instant success, but his fear of being discovered as the fraud he is leads him to marry his dead roomate's sweetheart and be conned into drug trafficking by a former (brief) sexual partner.
The fact that none of these people wants to tell the truth just makes me wanna punch them all, and some of the coincidences are just too far-fetched for me to latch onto.
BUT! The final chapter and afterword make all the difference. The cleverness of Colapinto at this point redeemed any violent tendencies I had. If you can't think of anything else to read, I can suggest it. I give this one a 3.
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