A part of me is amazed this "book" even got published, but then I remind myself that books about inspecting your own excrement get published, as do little business fables involving rodents and hyperkinetic dairy products. Not only that, but people buy them in large numbers. So who's to fault Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill for choosing to roll the dice on this one?
Oh, what the hell, I'll step forward and chastise them. If there was ever a book that really had no need to be published, it's this one. Sure, Dan Kennedy's previous effort, "Loser Goes First", had a certain goofy charm. But said charm didn't really even last through his first book - by the end, one had the feeling of being trapped in a Denny's booth in the middle of the night with your former stoner buddy from high school, who is there because he's got the munchies. You're stone cold sober, and he is rattling on a mile a minute, and it was fun for the first 30 minutes, but now you just want to get away, but oh God he's ordered a frackin' Western Skillet, whatever the frack that is ...
So, Algonquin Books, here are two fundamental questions where you failed to apply the 'minimum standards to be a book' test:
Plot: does anything happen? In a 200-page book, the reader is entitle to see a little action. I would respectfully submit that "guy gets job, spends 18 nondescript months blending into the office scenery as best he can, is canned when the company is taken over", all facts which could be gleaned from the back cover, is just not enough to repay the investment of reading 220 pages.
Narrative voice: should preferably come from someone with an actual personality. One can imagine that there are interesting stories to be told about the Gotterdammerung at Time-Warner, but not by someone whose defining personality trait is blandness, and whose acknowledged survival strategy was to lie low and be as inoffensive as possible.
OK, I guess it might be possible to have the main protagonist be a total nebbish and have the secondary characters be really colorful and skillfully drawn. But nobody else in the book rises above the generic stereotype. Dialog is painful. Nothing happens. It's an embarrassment.
Dan Kennedy still seems like a mensch, albeit a pretty boring one. But that doesn't imply any obligation to support his mediocre writing habits. This book is just so completely unnecessary . A waste of time and money.