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Okay. So I brought this on a trip with me--lugged the damn thing across the country--only to barely open it. I admire Adrian's prose, and his ambition, and I like the marrying of the hyper-realist and the surreal in this novel, but it moved so slowly, and tediously, and I never wanted to read it. Finally, finally, after 276 pages, I gave up. I rarely do this, but I wanted so badly to read on my vacation. I wanted a good, juicy, smart, beautiful read. A good read! Anything to get some pages turned. I even went to Barnes & Ignoble, the only bookstore in the area, to buy a new book. I never go to chain bookstores, if I can help it. Bless Chris Adrian. I think other people will have more patience for this one than I did.