if you're a fan of e.g. exagggerations of peter prince or up by sukenick this very much merits a peek, & it's kinda astonishing it's not spoken of in the same breath, rife as it is w/ lists, newspaper cuttings, dribs and drabs of poetry, tape recordings, standalone stories about clowns & ice fishing, letters from publishers and agents... nota bene that it does suffer from that 70s male poet "all i need is tobacco and the sunlight on the trees and a good woman" ethos but jeez with something that manages to be this depressing and inspiring at the same time i'm willing to give a bit of broke-brainedness by way of henry miller a pass