If there is a lesson in Candy Everybody Wants, it is to be careful what you wish for.
Sadly, Candy Everybody Wants did not turn out to be everything I hoped. After reading I Am Not Myself These Days, Purcell's memoir of his days in drag, I was expecting a slightly snarky, witty, and insightful novel about the dangers of seeking fame. I think that what made his memoir successful was the raw honesty with which it was written, and the fact that you knew it was about a real person. In Candy Everybody Wants, the authenticity was missing to a certain extent. Plus, he really threw in every late 70s/early 80s character stereotype there was. Flamboyant gay teen, drug-using promiscuous bisexual mother, former teen-idol on the skids, closeted gay theater actor, homophobic meathead football player, militant lesbian...few of the characters, including Jayson, felt completely developed.
The story itself was entertaining, and I could see it making a great, quirky comedy movie. But as a follow-up to his first book, this one left me a little flat.
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