Harsh & Alex Review: Of Mice and Men

Alex: I’ve read many, many books in my two decades of life, and I can safely say this was by far the most challenging one to date. With a dictionary in one hand, my book in the other, and 250 bottles of Viagra later, I managed to complete this 107-page novella in five months, at eight hours a day — so 1,200 hours. Spoilers for those who haven’t read it.

Harsh: So, I NEVER take that long (wink, wink). I have to say there’s a lot to love about this book: the mice and the men spring to mind. I especially loved the part where the mouse hides inside the man’s chef hat and cooks for the restaurant, winning everyone’s hearts and appetites. I love rodents, actually. I had a rabbit in high school, but it disappeared under mysterious circumstances. I miss him dearly.

Alex: Yeah, yeah, whatever, Harsh. If I were George, I would’ve killed Lennie way sooner. He was getting on my nerves the whole fucikng book. I’m not lying—I would’ve just put a bullet straight through his skull the moment no one was looking. Like, dude, no one cares about RABBITS. There was this one time in my junior year of high school I caught a baby rabbit and tortured it behind my house for eight hours straight. But that’s just my personal opinion. What about you, Harsh?

Harsh: What the fuck? Was that my rabbit? You asshole! How dare you? I —

Alex: You’re telling me I can’t tend no rabbits?

Harsh (exasperated): Alex, look over there.

Alex: Underwhere?

And Harsh raised the gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back of Alex’s head. The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied. He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and rolled down again. Alex jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, and he lay without quivering.