This book is a hard one to rate, mainly because of the stream-of-consciousness drug-induced Hunter S. Thompson-esque writing style. There's also not much of a plot until the last 50 pages or so. When I'm faced with a novel that's tough for me to rate, I think I should go with answering if the book is a good example of it's genre, and in this case, it is- kind of like a modern-day Naked Lunch or Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. As that, it succeeds, but as a piece of literature that everyone can enjoy, it doesn't. I got through it all right, possibly because of its short length, but I wouldn't pick it up again.