I read this with Ben. I was surprised that Ben wanted to read it because it does sort of avante-garde things with sentence and paragraph structure that sort of resembles Joyce, who Ben has no desire to read. 

I liked this a lot. I liked the meanderingness of it, and how it sort of leapfrogged its way forward in time. It wasn't quite nonlinear, but it wasn't quite linear. The sensation that Urrutia, the speaker, is disappointed with himself and how he's lived his life, but can't quite integrate that disappointment into himself was really complex and well done. It was very interesting living in the mind of this narrator for a few days.