Collected fragments of an unfinished novel interspersed with nonfiction essays. The collection works really well, as if the author always intended for his novel to be vignettes interspersed with his essays about pop culture, art, and life. The fact that So is dead makes the unfinished novel, the essay about books he didn't finish reading, the chapter about a funeral, the essay about the dead friend, and so much else feel like tragic foreshadowing. Maybe it is or it isn't, but it's hard not to feel it that it is. I think “Duplex” might have made me feel the most sad that he's gone, because of the way he lovingly describes his parents and their interactions. Makes me want to read Difference and Repetition, and A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia by Gilles Delueze, and Instructions for a Funeral by David Means. Also makes me want to listen to Philip Glass's Einstein on the Beach, and also to Pavement. Every time I hear a Pavement song I like, I'll listen to albums by them, thinking I'll like it, but then I never do. Only after I give up on Pavement having more songs I'd like will I hear another good one. Perhaps the element of chance plays a role? Anyhow, I could definitely listen to Frontwards on endless repeat.