A bisexual man documents his sordid sexual escapades with rando hookups and prostitutes in ‘80s New York. I Pass Like Night is Jonathan Ames’ first novel and it certainly reads like it!
The short, tenuously-connected chapters certainly seem like they were written by someone who doesn’t quite know how to write a novel yet while the content is poorly formed and vague in conception. Much of the book reeks of creative-writing classes and thinly-veiled embarrassing autobiography that was better off undisclosed.
Ames was probably shooting for a slightly more modern Bukowski-esque piece but ended up with a completely uninteresting, meandering and unmemorable book instead. Which is a bit disappointing as I’d hoped for better, like his actually good fiction, You Were Never Really Here, Bored to Death and his comic with Dean Haspiel, The Alcoholic. Definitely pass on I Pass Like Night and check those out instead.
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