a review of Victor David Giron’s novel, Sophomoric Philosophy
For the Republic of Heaven is, like, if there was this university with a really popular sports team called the Assholes.
For the Republic of Heaven is like if two guys were vying to be in charge of a dam…

I wasn’t reading it as a student, forced to write some terrible essay about “themes” and “symbolism,” and I wasn’t reading it as an emo high-schooler, desperate for an angsty kid narrator with whom to identify. I was reading Salinger as an adult, a father…