Art imitates life I guess (or the other way around). I always thought the book had its own set of ironies, in that this perfect beach existed, and it was the p

Art imitates life I guess (or the other way around). I always thought the book had its own set of ironies, in that this perfect beach existed, and it was the people that brought their troubles and fucked it up, regardless of how ideologically superior they thought they were.