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“At once engaged in playing with the postmodern aesthetic as much as taking the piss out of anyone looking for "meaning" in a text, Little Casino tries hard to make you hate it. And it succeeds the first time through. You curse Gilbert Sorrentino as a pretentious asshole, engorged on his own idea of talent and at the same time trying to take the piss out of his own writing because (you think) he is afraid he can't hold his own.
The second time through, somehow, even though he's spat in your face the entire time, called you an idiot, made you FEEL like an idiot... Something happens, and you start to enjoy yourself in the msot perverse way imaginable.
And then, you start wanting more.”