Weekend Guide: The Gold Coast
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I feel like Old Guy Reviews Books — slowly sinking into the void created by monotone ramblings on forgotten topics. The Gold Coast came out in 1990, and here I am, thirty two years late to the party.
Time is a flat circle anyway, right? What defines now? Run it back to 2008, what’s playing on the radio? Who’s on the cover of People magazine? Who the fuck knows.
That wasn’t that long ago — but the 2000’s have been one big log jam of backwards gazing nothingness. What i’m trying to say is that it’s no longer possible to be late the the party. The party never really starts, and you better believe, it’ll never end. You, the consumer, the partygoer, are completely irrelevant.
Content lives forever.
Long books have a special power. They act as their own gatekeeper. They bond you with the other nutcases who are willing to embark on the long road home. If you’ve read The Stand, IT, Moby Dick, or The Power Broker -- you are instantly more interesting to me. I say this with peace and love, obviously.
I'm adding The Gold Coast by Nelson DeMille to the above list of impression making long books.
Great long books don’t feel long.
This one moves lightning quick thanks to loveably hate-able characters — money, sexual passion, tax fraud, mafia entanglements and plenty of suspense. It’s all high stakes on the Gold Coast, baby! You forget sometimes that money isn’t just money. You’ve got old, you’ve got new, and all sorts of nuanced layers in-between.
What would you do if an infamous mafia don moved next door to your compound? What would you do if he wanted to become friends? It’s The Great Gatsby meets The Godfather.
Have fun out there!
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