If you want to read something completely strange (and definitely not for everyone) I would recommend you grab a copy of Processed Cheese by novelist Stephen Wright, not be confused with the Boston comedian. Wright’s fifth novel is a drug trip; high octane, exciting, funny, and totally insane. Graveyard, yes Graveyard, and his girlfriend Ambience, need cash and it just happens to fall out of the sky from the billionaire MisterMenu. If silly names are not your thing this book isn’t for you. But if you would like to read a novel in the style of George Saunders that is full of mad-cap capitalism in which our two “heroes” are on the run from thugs sent by MisterMenu, then this book is for you. The writing highlights our weird obsession with wealth. So when you’re done shopping at “Clawfoot&Residue and HouseOfNoRegrets in the TooGoodForYou District,” stop by a bookstore and pick up a copy of Processed Cheese. This book feels like a follow-up to his 1994 novel, Going Native, a novel about violence in the American media.
