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<text id=92TT2288>
<title>
Oct. 12, 1992: Books:You'll Flip
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Oct. 12, 1992 Perot:HE'S BACK!
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS
BOOKS, Page 90
You'll Flip
</hdr><body>
<p>By JOHN SKOW
</p>
<qt>
<l>TITLE: ET TU, BABE</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Mark Leyner</l>
<l>PUBLISHER: Harmony; 168 Pages; $17</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Channel surfing reaches the printed page,
with a hyperactive eruption of "Huh, whazzat?" humor.
</p>
<p> You wouldn't call Mark Leyner's latest comic train wreck
a great read, but it sure is a helluva flip. In fact, reading
in the stodgy, outdated sense of paging slowly and attentively
through a book isn't how you interface with Leyner's hyperactive
folderol. His stuff is a product rushed to the shelves to fill
a marketing need: selling books to people who, a generation of
hotshot young editors earnestly believes, won't and probably
can't pay attention to more than 200 consecutive words. Since
Leyner's attention span appears to be about 210 words, or
three-quarters of a page, before an abrupt and fathomless change
of topic, he easily outlasts his channel-surfing fans, who can
flip through his pages making up coherence to please themselves,
or, as Et Tu, Babe's author does, ignoring it altogether.
</p>
<p> And it sure is quotable. Any sentence can be wrenched out
to produce the "Huh, whazzat?" reaction so cherished by
reviewers. Let's try page 102: "And the tranquillity of the
summer evening is shattered by another ten-minute nonstop
barrage of projectile vomiting from the fifth-floor suite of the
opulent Casa Grundy." Well, not all experiments corroborate the
speed of light. Another: "I hated the other children . . . My
incisors grew four to five inches a year: if I'd stopped
gnawing, my lower incisors would have eventually grown until
they pushed up into my brain, killing me."
</p>
<p> What is new and brilliant about this novel is its
hard-edged irrelevance. It's possible that you might find the
projectile-vomiting sentence in, perhaps, the 43rd chapter of
Moby Dick. You never can tell. But if you did, Melville would
have justified it. Leyner just spouts.
</p>
</body></article>
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