flashes of real talent/interest, interspersed with inauthenticity - a little bit of a con going on here - with the author tweaking the bourgeoisie ("Look how shocking we are! we drop LOTS of acid and fuck and kill!), and the bourgeoisie looking for an unusual story (Donald Ray) they can market --
I played a few holes -- don't need to play 18.
Will be curious to see if his second book is better or suffers from the same flaws...