This book has been in a pile on my nightstand for a few months and this morning I sat down to read it, and finished it in one gulp of needed air. It's an epic poem that tells the story of the author, in the early hours of the morning, studying a few frames of a basketball game recording as DrJ does a slam dunk, and all the intervening thoughts and other images he encounters, I guess in his browser. I can see why it won all those awards.


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