Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

I just finished a novel, in about 6 hours im gonna wake up and write a review... its sort of a weird book. made me think a lot about love, and sex, and humanity, and politics. Made it hard to assume there was a right and wrong, and yet, so obvious that there was a hurtful and a beautiful and these these things often came in waves one after the other.

At one point the main character falls in love with a girl, passionate, but not complete... so when they break up he longs for her, is angered and confused, but also looks at her wondering if he ever knew her, and doesnt understand why the feelings are so strong.

At another point he talks about a girl he grew up with, a friend who he had slept with many times, and describes how absolutely beautiful she is as a person, how inspiring, but he never says that he wants her, in fact, the seperation is what allows him to truly love her, but he doesnt reflect on that.

His sexual appetite is that of a horny teenager, and he indulges... yet as he grows, becomes more disturbed by it... not that he stops but is more aware of the negativity. more aware that he wants something better.

and through these flings, and observing the relationships and sexual practices of those he loves, he starts to sense that there is a learning process through it all, that his parents havent stopped being the immature teens that they once were and he is, the power, money, success, status does nothing to make them less insecure, but affords them the ability to relax enough to think about where they want to go... this of course all takes place mostly in london between the late 60s-early 70s and the early 80s so the process is also one of swinging through things like hippie ideas and and east asian philosphys -to nihilism in the punk movement to communism both radical and peaceful to the 80s swing of conservativism... and its very whirlwind, and very powerful.

The buddha of suburbia