* Lorenzo DeRita, editor in chief, COLORS magazine *Įnthralling. One of the most interesting and controversial encounters I've made through a book. * Richard Nash, author of What is the Business of Literature? *įirst he steals the oxygen from you, then he spits it right back in your face. Scott Fitzgerald for the iPad generation. I loved it! * Junot Diaz, author of The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao *į.
He made me dislike him so much, I’ll pay to see if he gets every bit of soul searing pain he deserves.Kinky, artsy, and swoon-worthy * New York Magazine * Perhaps because of that, the author did a great job writing the book. Or maybe he’ll get a personality transplant and become likable. Maybe the painful destruction of the narrator is still to come. While I may not be able to finish it, I want to try. I already know I’m going to read the second. There are two more books in the “Diary of an Oxygen Thief” series. Second, sometimes our morbid curiosity gets the best of us, and we have to see what happens next, even if we know it’s probably going to be terrible. First, the amount of buzz a book generates does not reflect the quality. “Diary of an Oxygen Thief” proves two things. There was so much buzz about the book that Simon & Schuster took notice. It was either love or hate with no middle ground. If they read it, they came away with strong feelings. People googled the book to see what it was about. He created a profile on a dating site where he pictured beautiful women holding his book. But most self-published authors aren’t advertising professionals like the author of “Diary of an Oxygen Thief.” The methods he used to generate interest about his book were nothing short of genius. Most self-published books never sell more than a few hundred copies. What’s remarkable about “Diary of an Oxygen Thief” is not the book itself, but how it slipped into the mainstream. However, it’s impossible to tell if that’s because of ineffective writing or the narrator’s narcissism.
But even though he talks about his heartbreak, he doesn’t show the the emotional impact that’s expected. He is such a sadistic jerk that it’s nearly impossible not to become one too when it comes to him. The only reward for reading the entire book (instead of chucking it) is the promise that the narrator will get his comeuppance - and the reader will get to enjoy his pain. And that’s how the book fails the reader. That’s not a demolition derby! Instead, it’s a disappointment when a crash was what you were expecting. There is only a small scuff on each bumper. There’s no loud boom, no crunching metal and plastic, no fluid hissing from under the hoods - and no shattering glass. They hit head on, but in the split second before they do, they slow to a few miles per hour.
Two cars are traveling toward each other at 100 miles per hour in some twisted version of a demolition derby. It’s not written in a way that is even close to enough. But when she finally delivers the blows that level him, it’s not satisfying enough. It’s even revealed long before he introduces Ainsley to the reader. The narrator makes no secret of this throughout most of the book. To make a long-winded story short, Ainsley does to him what he did to women in London. His paranoia continues to grow when he visits New York City on business and meets the beautiful Ainsley. Among other crazy things, he believes his employer is out to get him. Instead, his narcissism continues to shine through, along with a large dose of paranoia. At this point in the story is when the narrator might have had a ‘come to Jesus’ moment or redeemed himself in some other way. While in Minnesota, he’s sober and woman-free. When his narcissism fuels a career move, he relocates from London to Minnesota, USA. He seemingly gets off on his ‘power’ to get women to fall hard for him, knowing he will subsequently break their hearts and scar them. Not physically, as he explains, but emotionally. It’s simply the story of an alcoholic, sadistic narcissist who admittedly enjoys hurting women. Reading more like a fiction novel, the book is nothing spectacular in its writing or content. “Diary of an Oxygen Thief” was first self-published in 2006 as a purported autobiography by an unknown author.
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