bizarrejournali (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bizarrejournali) wrote,@ 2006-03-08 15:00:00 |
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My Friend Leonard
Note: I wrote this review on 10/30/05, long before the James Frey to-do occurred.
Bizarre Journali review of My Friend Leonard by James Frey
James Frey writes about his friend Leonard as if he were a mildly retarded pet bunny rabbit. I picture him stroking Leonard's matted fur, which is dirty from rabbit food and the other rabbits biting him. Rabbits do not like retards. Frey would speak softly to Leonard: "Good bunny," he would croon. "Good mentally retarded bunny." Leonard would respond to this small bit of affection by twitching his ears and snuggling into Frey's hands. It is so seldom that Leonard sees kindness, what with his low-set eyes and inability to solve even simple problems. Frey would continue to speak to Leonard comfortingly, until Leonard, as bunnies do, loses control of his bladder in Frey's hands. Then Frey would pump him full of barbituates and drop-kick that retarded bunny until he was nothing more than a drug-rich blood-stain on the floor. That's what I think of My Friend Leonard.
Note: I wrote this review on 10/30/05, long before the James Frey to-do occurred.
Bizarre Journali review of My Friend Leonard by James Frey
James Frey writes about his friend Leonard as if he were a mildly retarded pet bunny rabbit. I picture him stroking Leonard's matted fur, which is dirty from rabbit food and the other rabbits biting him. Rabbits do not like retards. Frey would speak softly to Leonard: "Good bunny," he would croon. "Good mentally retarded bunny." Leonard would respond to this small bit of affection by twitching his ears and snuggling into Frey's hands. It is so seldom that Leonard sees kindness, what with his low-set eyes and inability to solve even simple problems. Frey would continue to speak to Leonard comfortingly, until Leonard, as bunnies do, loses control of his bladder in Frey's hands. Then Frey would pump him full of barbituates and drop-kick that retarded bunny until he was nothing more than a drug-rich blood-stain on the floor. That's what I think of My Friend Leonard.
