Okay. I love Dave Eggers. I can't help it. [b:A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius|4953|A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius|Dave Eggers|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327714834s/4953.jpg|42857] is probably still my all-time favorite book, and I love [b:What is the What|4952|What is the What|Dave Eggers|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328837457s/4952.jpg|3271214] and [b:Zeitoun|6512154|Zeitoun|Dave Eggers|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1296580156s/6512154.jpg|6703901], and I love the work he does with McSweeney's and 826 and Voices of Witness. Love it.

But the problem is I think over the last few years (as he enters middle-aged white dude status) Dave Eggers has been on some kind of quest to see if he can make the struggles of middle-class white dudes as interesting as like, refugees and tragic young orphans. Spoiler alert: HE CANNOT

He's still a good writer on like, a line by line basis. But overall this whole novel is just like ughhhh we get it we have all been let down by American society we get ittttt

Like just please write a book about somebody with ~real problems~ Dave you're so good at that