If we’re all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.
1. This whole thing passed me by. I saw people going on about Michael Alig’s release with excitement on Twitter and Tumblr, and thought I’d give this a read.
2. I haven’t seen the movie either, so this was literally going in blind.
It’s just generally a ramble, jumping between stories in an attempt to build up some kind of backstory for the reader to ~understand Alig and what happened. It was fun, it was fine. It has its moments of drug-fuelled hilarity, and depressing lows.
He tells it as it is and doesn’t gloss over things. Knock ’em down, build ’em up, speak ill of the dead. And it’s fine. I can see why I would 100% love this book if I’d actually been interested in this story before, but because I hadn’t been, it was just alright. But if this a story you follow, or are interested in, do it.