content: I am about halfway through this "book" of 200+ pages of incomprehensible gibberish, and I haven't yet decided whether to keep on slogging through it or give up. It makes anything Bret Easton Ellis writes look like Pulitzer prize material by comparison. But I'm sure the pseudo-intellects out there who lavish praise on this pile of literary garbage (even if they haven't read it) would say that I'm a philistine who just doesn't get it. Maybe I should start shooting heroin. Would I get it then?