I read this one at a bad time, as I was very busy with non-reading things and could seldom sit down and read it with the sort of focused brain required to really do it justice. It's a wild one, full of notes of Pynchon and Gaddis (I'm far from the first to say as much), including what can sometimes be exhausting in those authors and their literary kin. I liked it. I wish I had read it with more of my brain engaged. Maybe I will again one day.