While driving along Montauk Highway in East Quogue, Benedict drunkenly plowed his GMC Acadia in to Steven Dorn, 45, a high school teacher and father of three daughters who was cycling, court records state. 28 blood-alcohol reading - more than three times over the legal limit, law enforcement sources said. The truth was that Benedict was partying at a friend’s house in the Hamptons on Jwhen his girlfriend demanded he come see her in Manhattan, his lawyer said.īenedict took to the road at 8 a.m. It wasn’t until later that one friend “heard that was making something up” and that only a few people “did know the truth.” The scenesters scored the space at Bungalow 8 for free, because they know a woman who runs the door at the club, attendees said. “People look at me and they’re like, ‘That spoiled prick,’” Benedict, who says his financial law firm handled $25 billion in transactions, told the paper. The socialite, who often appears impeccably dressed at charity events, was recently featured in a New York Observer story about “Gatsbabies” - described as “preening prepsters” who “lure ladies, lucre and limelight” as a lifestyle. “He lied to everybody about going to Europe,” one of his friends said.īut throughout the party - which began at 11 pm - Benedict, 35, played it cool, some of the 150 attendees said.
24 soiree was just four days before he was sentenced to as many as 10 years in the clink. He was going to prison for nearly killing a man.Ībout two years ago, the West Village denizen slammed his SUV into a Long Island dad after a night of hard partying in the Hamptons - and left his victim for dead, records show. (īut the finance lawyer was hiding the real, sinister reason he was saying his farewells. Left unsaid was why he was “going away” for up to 10 years. 2.5.POMPOUS ASS: Tabber Benedict sent out invites for his “going away” party. it's just that about half of those ideas have all the power of a premature ejaculation. "a brilliant novel of ideas" says the wall street journal blurb on my edition's cover, and i guess on its face i do agree: there are flashes of brilliance and the novel has many ideas.
the latter element works quite well for me the former is intermittently hilarious and completely frustrating. structurally it meanders through time in the lives of its protagonists before revealing key details at the very end that recontextualize the whole narrative. but i think its formal haphazardness was the biggest obstacle to my continued investment. i adore autofellatio in literature and have a pretty high tolerance for the strain of brainrot endemic to a certain type of intellectual, (the current strain of which houellbecq may as well be patient zero). i was really hoping after reading this that i would come down decisively on france's creepiest little guy instead i found myself admiring his wit and the lyricism of his prose while simultaneously rolling my eyes so hard they threatened to detach themselves and slide backward into my brain. i was really hoping after reading this that i would come down decisively on france's creepiest little guy instead i found myself admiring his wit and the lyricism of his prose while simultaneously most conflicted i've felt about a novel in a while. Most conflicted i've felt about a novel in a while. 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
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