The book has an interesting and fertile premise but fails in execution. Beyond some newly coined awkward words, there is no real imagination, no real insight or wit. It starts feeling repetitive very soon. It started as a short story and perhaps should never have been expanded into a novel.
What it did get right was capturing the frustration and depression of living through the current times. I was nodding along for the first few pages of the book.
NaCoHuS = National Commission of hurt Sentiments.