The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is a work of postmodern fiction, which is to say it reads as if the author had taken his manuscript and, after tossing in a dictionary, dropped it into a food processor and turned it on. The resulting goulash of words is then given a title.
At least that’s how the book reads. Those working to build their vocabularies could do much worse—The Sugar Frosted Nutsack vibrates with obscure, uptown, and jargonated words. Words thrown at you like darts. Words hidden under carpets and in the candelabra. Words to the left of you, words to the right. Some join hands into sentences. Others don’t. If you yourself are postmodern enough, you get the idea. If not, you’ll be left at the station, ticket in hand, the train long gone—I promise you.
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