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Kamar Rhazouani kammi — This is kind of like The Pigman, except with a woman. Good stuff. As usual, Zindel isn't condescending to his readers. I really, really appreciate him.

Celia Jensen cfjensen322290 — Here’s the problem, obviously, with saying what a novel is “about.” This is a novel about a man who, having met a man who makes money as a Steve Martin impersonator, starts to take comfort in impersonating Steven Martin himself as he goes about his everyday life. I have no interest in reading that novel, really. But what a novel is about is never what is really is. Isn't a novel is always communication with some human consciousness or intelligence? The more “aboutness” it has seems to me irrelevant (or even detrimental) to whether it’s any good. So what is the conversation with Out of My Skin like? Affectless, with no depth or specificity to the observations—the stilted, stoned self-obsession of the depressed person comes through in the narration, and if that sounds like a criticism, it isn’t exactly. The voice is a strange brand of laconic which I thought in the middle might be slack, but then I recognized the kind of dread it provoked in me. The narrator is certainly on an island of his own actions, which neither the reader nor the people whom the narrator interacts with have any insight into before they happen. This is both off-putting-—the narrator’s loneliness is not sympathetic—-and transfixing; the narrator’s loneliness is as abject as your own. The book’s drama plays out watching the narrator’s mind chew on itself, though a variety of recurring ideas and objects (mostly plots of old movies). This doesn’t suck I think because we see the same objects/ideas reworked and revisited, and they’re interesting in themselves; and because of the lack of affect. The narrator describes the struggle with crippling self-consciousness in a clinically neutral way, without weak theorizing—-it is as though, every time he recounts some plot of a struggle for an authentic identity in some movie or book, he really, really believes that he only talking about that movie or book, not reflecting on his own crisis. In the end, it resolves as a loveless love story. All in all, there's a brand of honesty here that I think is interesting. I don't know if I would tell other people to read this book, but I will certainly think about it. I think of narrative voice as being produced through a kind of extremity, and there's definitely something extreme about Out of My Skin .

Heloisa Ubarana hubaran — I should first state that I'm a huge Kurt Vonnegut fan. Back when I was in high school, I took a short summer writers workshop where K. Vonnegut taught me how to write, how to hold onto my own style of voice, and how to be sarcastic and not give a damn what people think. I like to think that he shaped me into the man I hope to one day be. Simply put, this is the story about a young man named Billy Pilgrim and how he becomes unstuck in time, moving though random moments of his life, back and forth. Simply put, but worth so much more. What stuns me most about the history of this book, is how it was and still is banned in many schools. Are soldiers swearing that far from the truth? Is the horrific bombing in Dresden something we should block from our minds? Perhaps the controversy is a compliment, one that all writers strive to achieve. The ability to make people stand up and take note of words on paper, and good or bad, try to do something about them. This is a science-fiction book read throughout American high schools as a modern "classic." As if genre fiction can never be literature. He has shown the world, along with Orwell, Huxley, Poe and many others that it can, and I greatly respect him for that. When inevitably we all die, I hope that when I pass, people will talk about my death with the famous line from this book, "so it goes."