Supermarket

Flynn has been working on a novel FOREVER. He still lives with his mom, and his girlfriend, Lola, breaks up with him because she's tired of waiting for him to do something with his life. After many rejection letters, he finally gets an encouraging letter from a publisher in NYC. With the advance, he moves out of his mother's place and gets serious about finishing the book. He goes to work at the local grocery store just to get material for his book. There, he meets Frank, and the troubles really begin...

Supermarket, a novel by polymath rap artist Bobby Hall (aka Logic), opens with a graphic murder scene that leaves the reader baffled about the narrator’s identity and the genesis of the action taking place. Thankfully, Flynn quickly rewinds the tale to provide some backstory. He is an aspiring writer (unsuccessful due to a severe lack of focus and perseverance) marooned in a small town in Oregon. Baker City is so insignificant that there are single-digit examples of its generically named commercial establishments- thus, opportunities are sparse. Flynn decides that Muldoon’s Supermarket might be a good place to gain temporary employment, assuage his mother’s fears about his deepening depression, disprove his ex-girlfriend’s assessment of his worthlessness, and leverage some material for his new novel. Flynn encounters many coworkers that he attempts to fictionalize, even though most of them are as stereotypical and one-dimensional as can be expected in most sub-standard plots. The only exceptions are Frank, who typifies all Flynn has been seeking as his main character; and Mia, who might qualify as a real love-interest as well as the model for a fictional one. What seems like a rather banal beginning takes a turn for strange when the line between Flynn’s fiction and reality begin to blur, ultimately culminating in an identity crisis with a violent climax. Hall explores the question of madness as creative inspiration and the defense mechanism of reinvented memory. Supermarket borrows heavily from the works of Chuck Palahniuk and Ken Kesey, reworking old ground and testing the boundaries of plausibility and coincidence. The novel also suffers from some questionable assumptions about mental illness diagnoses and treatment practices. As a first effort, Hall’s foray into fiction is entertaining and will undoubtedly delight his fan base, but will be unlikely to draw in new admirers on its own.

Absolutely terrible writing, cliches, and garbage story. The book is so damn predictable and boring. This man isn't even stable to maintain being a decent rapper and goes to write this garbage and the garbage soundtrack that goes with it. Someone literally needs to talk to this man and review his music and work he puts out because it's not good. Everyone who liked this need to get their eyes fixed and read an actual good book.