Reading The Death Of Wizdem is like reading The Catcher In The Rye while blasting old Black Flag and Circle Jerks albums from your stereo. It’s a semi-autobiographical account of nom de plume Laszlo Borsai as he comes of age in mythical Strawberry Town. No, wait. That sounds kind of lame. He doesn’t really "come of age" so much as he has the kinds of experiences that make for really good David Fincher movies. It’s got all the sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll you’d expect from the description I’ve given thus far, with a cast of characters that would make David Lynch’s casting director giggle with glee.
Reading The Death Of Wizdem is like reading The Catcher In The Rye while blasting old Black Flag and Circle Jerks albums from your stereo. It’s a semi-autobiographical account of nom de plume Laszlo Borsai as he comes of age in mythical Strawberry Town. No, wait. That sounds kind of lame. He doesn’t really "come of age" so much as he has the kinds of experiences that make for really good David Fincher movies. It’s got all the sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll you’d expect from the description I’ve given thus far, with a cast of characters that would make David Lynch’s casting director giggle with glee.