Encouraged to try a drug meant to banish indecision, he is all at once fired from his low-grade tech-support job in Manhattan and invited to a rendezvous in. Dwight B. Wilmerding is only twenty-eight, but he’s having a midlife crisis. He lives a dissolute existence in a tiny apartment with three (sometimes. A summary of Benjamin Kunkel’s first novel, Indecision, sounds like the premise for an outlandish thriller: A man diagnosed with abulia (chronic.

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I am now hopeful that enduring kynkel painful process and result of decisiveness followed by indecision towards “Indecision” will inspire me to follow-up decisiveness with more decisiveness and dive headfirst into the pool of decisiveness!

Practice your imagining skills. A night alone meant I could get a jump on The Uses of Freedom. It isn’t only hilarious, but I scarily identify with a lot of Dwight’s philosophizing about the insanity of it all.

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His novel, Indecisionwas published in Shoot me in the head, how did I think to give this three stars. There are no plans for his return. As with a number of other smarty-pants young authors in English, he enjoys flaunting his vocabulary. Because everything I liked about khnkel book, the legitimately funny parts, the interesting characters that were the dudes sister and father, and well, I guess that is about it, everything good was ruined by something awful.


I appreciated the honesty in which the characters were perceived. Preview — Indecision by Benjamin Kunkel. Open Preview See a Problem?

Who am Kubkel to begrudge him a well received novel? It looks so cute!! Apr 10, Hollie Lippert rated it did not like it. Bad luck for us! September 17, indecison Perhaps you could argue the narrator’s rapid and barely motivated change of mind is Kunkel’s statement about the power of pharmacology, but the ending of the book is so contrived that to even call it a deus ex machina would be flattery.

But alas- premature sputtering?

The neuroses come off as annoying instead of endearing. So that’s what it’d look like if Ben finally wrote a novel.

At one point I couldn’t figure out if the main character was meant to be so unlikable. Please try again later.

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But christ, where do I even begin. We can see you’re an intellect but please do not use French words midway like “The beans looked appetizing and tasted that way too, salty, squishy, and with a definite tang of je ne indecission quoi” just to sound like junkel connoisseur because it makes you come off as presumptuous.

I once gave an interview on this subject, more or less, and have regretted it ever since. Why shouldn’t people with “defective” characters be able to “fix” the problem pharmaceutically? Statistically fair, it also kept my whole easy nature from forcing me to do everyone’s bidding; it ensured a certain scarcity of Dwightness on the market; it contributed the prestige of the inscrutable to my otherwise transparent persona; and above all it allowed me to find out in my own good time whether I would actually have liked to do the thing in question.


If all he could surmise up for a cure: Of course, my indecisiveness about whether or not to finish the book is what eventually caused me to read an entire book that I was not enjoying- I kept thinking or hoping that it would change stupid!

Things kind of need to pick up a bit! Yet I felt more slow than stupid, and suspected it had always been thus with me. Looking for More Great Reads?

As you grow up, you’ll find this, Dwight, you keep getting involved with larger and larger illusions that take longer and longer to fall away. The funniest and smartest coming-of-age novel in years’ Jay McInerney, “New York Times Book Review ” ‘He’s got this voice that just grabs your attention and won’t let go.

This book just junkel over my head. So the score evens: I was once travelling on a train from Boston to New York when one of these approached me, drunk and stoned, demanding to “see my coat”.