Gregory Wilson’s second novel satirizes the rich and how the poor hang on every gossamer of gossip about their decadent lives and activities, the claustrophobic foibles of small-town America, and perhaps the most importantly, the idea of love itself. And, of course, the sheer inanity and superfluousness of weddings.
Saturday morning in a small, sleepy American town: The wedding day of the daughter of the town’s Rockefeller family, and everybody is buzzing with the anticipation fueled by free booze and unlimited baffalo wings. The event of the year, no, of the decade, hell-fire, maybe of the century! A small crowd has gathered in a tiny church: rich family on one side, much, much less rich family on the other.
Suddenly Wilson rips off a classic moment during a bank robbery from a very early Woody Allen joint called “Take the Money and Run,” doubles it, and then detonates his homage by trebling it. Hutzpah in triplicate. This wedding might never get a chance to audition for divorce court.
Required reading for those who suffer from robustly romantic notions of true love and “our union is fated” delusions. Perfect gift for bachelor parties or wedding showers.
Thanks Chris! 🤗
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