This book (a book in that it is technically a collection of words on paper) is a self-indulgent, soulless run-on sentence masquerading as a novel. Seriously, what a tedious, listless journey of self-entitled jerks meandering around America.

Everyone is terrible, and the main characters seem to blame their unhappiness on everyone and everything else, never taking responsibility for their own selfish, toxic, and destructive choices.

The only good thing that came of this book was King Crimson's album "Beat." Their song "Neal and Jack and me" has oodles more substance than this written garbage.