I wish that I hadn’t read a single footnote to this book, or else I would have been only slightly bothered by how preachy Rosenberg is. Instead, the near constant wailing about urine and capitalism makes the book painful. The success of this book and the warmth of its reception is clearly not reliant on any positive reading experience. I question the worth of a piece of art notable almost exclusively for its uniqueness. I hope it remains one of a kind.