Review of "The Slide" by Kyle Beachy

For those of you who haven't read 'The Slide' by Kyle Beachy yet, pick it up soon.

I've known Kyle since he was a smart-ass, privileged, little freshman in high school, and since then, I've always wondered what he would amount to. It was all worth it. Published by The Dial Press, 'The Slide' takes me back to our early adulthood where that nagging question keeps beating you up through your post-graduation (still living with the folks) transition, 'Yeah, this is fun, but now what the fuck am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?' His writing is introverted to the nth power (rather, 'ntroverted') due to excessive word usage and attention to detail (especially his own obsessive quest for Truth and/or a good reason for living) and he uses so many references to real-life anecdotes, I kept feeling like I was more or less reading his diary.

Penned as fiction, yet set against the backdrop of real-time St. Louis, the story reads well, especially to any post-college child (or parent) of the eighties who wold get the inside jokes, midwest dialectic word play and constant major league baseball references. I got chills, I cried here and there, and by the end of the story, I was satisfied.

Well done Kyle. Keep 'em coming.