About halfway through this book, I was starting to get tired of it. It's a story of an asshole and his descent from a presumably high status, all self-inflicted. Beginning with a humorous touch, it started to wade into the territory that reminds me of the dudebros who don't realize Walter White is the bad guy in Breaking Bad. Julian English was starting to increasingly like a morbid train wreck without any of the context or self-reflection that would have made it interesting.

But then the ending

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of Julian's suicide really felt like a gut punch, and the exploration of each character's response was impactful.

I do wish that there was more exploration and context of many of the characters rather than the borderline voyeuristic exploration of Julian's increasingly self-destructive behavior.

Overall, an interesting book with a good ending and a bitchin' title, but felt like it could have used a little more meat.