The Dear Slayer: A Literary Delirium Tremens

The Dear Slayer is not a work of art in any sense. It has no invention, it has no order, system, sequence or result. Its characters are confusedly drawn. And their acts and words prove that they are not the sort of people the author claims that they are. The humor is pathetic, its pathos is funny, its conversations are, ho, indescribable.Its love seems odious, its English a crime against the language. Counting these out, what's left is art? I think we must all admit that. Yeah, you should go read it as a listener. It's fantastic.