Title: The archtype of everything wrong with modern lit.
Product review: If you enjoy books where a faceful of minute observations takes the place of a plot, where the main character is a lunatic wandering around in a lunatic world, where the author is so involved in constructing some type of difficult to discover meaning that when you figure it out, you realize that his 'insight' was so inane that it wasn't really worth five minutes of effort. Yes Don, modern life is kind of odd and confusing sometimes, can we please move on. I would only recommend this book to you if you are the type of psuedo-intellectual who reads estoric books to reveal your superiority to an uncaring world, the type of person who bores others for hours about the beauty of modern art when you couldn't tell the difference between a Jackson Pollack painting and a painters dropcloth, this is the book for you. All others, you have been warned.
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