it was really more about the battle between the author and the world he created, i think.
sorta along the lines of Cool World but that movie sucked. this book is the coolest and if you have any sense and haven't gone through more than a couple of lobotomies you would really enjoy this book.
Uhm... uh huh.
Strangely, I have had neither lobotomy nor do I lack sense and still there was something unbelievably annoying about the ee cummings-esque arrangement of the story.
I have no problem playing with style but when your story becomes more about style than about the story I develop one. Honestly, about 50 or so pages in I got completely bored. And honestly, I was kind of sad about it, some time ago, I saw Plasencia read from this tome at my local bookstore and enjoyed his reading very much.
Much like the Beat writers, only a few of the McSweeney's crowd will be remembered in time. I applaud pushing the literary envelope but when you need to be on barbituates to read a story (see
Ferlinghetti) you lose me.
Perhaps I'm a bit more traditional than I think, but for me, Plascencia strikes the same chord.