The characters in #Stuck are caught in a record-breaking traffic jam; a traffic jam big enough to bring Michael Douglas's D-Fens past his breaking point and into immediate suicidal tendencies and stagnant enough to make the bourgeois French in Jean-Luc Godard's "Week End" mow right through the long array of cars before them.
Zeus is pond scum, a serial rapist, a liar and a thief.
He conspires to direct his hospital’s lab business through an intermediary company he owns for no purpose other than to drive up costs and line his own wallet.
Voice, voice, voice; nobody writes like Sharyn Mc Crumb.
Here her dry, dark humor combines with her expertise in Appalachian culture and above all, her deep respect for the working poor, and the result is a masterpiece of an historical mystery.
Traffic jams are also inherently anomalous in the regard that while one complains about being stuck in traffic, they are also part of the very issue preventing the person behind them from advancing another car length, effectively shortening the population of the road by one.
I feel like I'm beginning early research on the opening to a paper for my college class entitled "Existentialism" with that kind of introduction, but my mind wandered quite frequently in such a way while watching #Stuck (which, I presume, should be read as "hashtag stuck"), a film that has a narrative that meanders and drifts in a similar way.
Three estranged childhood friends (Omar, Ramy, Jay), travel on a road trip from Abu Dhabi to Beirut in memory of their lost friend.
If what happens en route doesn't make them crazy, it might just bring them closer.
Thanks to Net galley for the DRC, and to Atria for sending a hard copy galley and a finished copy of this excellent novel.
However, had I paid full freight, I’d have come away happy.
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