This is one of those books that I can respect and appreciate, but one that I just really hated. I’m not a fan of po-mo fiction…those big books that are packed to the brim with narratives and info and beautiful sentences and images…but in the end, they’re all JUSTMEANINGLESS!! See, this kind of thing depresses me. Sorry if I’m lame, but I DO like to learn when I read, and I do look for some sort of moral argument, and it really infuriates me when an author plays on that desire, lures you along, and then leaves you with nothing in the end. Now, there are some purely sublime moments in this book. But there is soooo much b.s. to wade through, you start to wonder why you’re doing it at all. When it was over, I wanted to cry. Not because I was sad I was finished, but because I was sad I had wasted two weeks reading it.