At first, I thought, 'this is good', but as the book progressed, as it lumbered along, predictable, violent, the relentless tough-guy voice grew tiresome, and the plot harder to accept as it hauled itself around the next convenient turn. Eventually, I reached a point, not of doom but pure boredom. By then I'd spent so much time with the book, I was determined to finish it no matter what. The end came, and I dropped the book to the floor and that was that. Certainly, not the worst hard-boiled crime novel I've ever read, but not the best by a long shot. If you like Chandler, Hammett, and Caan, then this book will feel like an imitation in the tradition of the more outlandish Mickey Spillane novels. If you like Bukowski's prose, there'll be moments when you'll find the writing crisp and clean like a good punch. If you like intelligent use of violence -- is there such a thing? -- there'll be much that will be off-putting. I enjoyed Fante's memoir, the book he wrote prior to this one. And much of "Point Doom" feels like re-worked pages from that book. I would only recommend this title to committed Fante fans, or people who like the more savage examples of the hard-boiled writers. I know I'll never re-read this book. And I'm someone for whom the rereading of a book is the highest praise possible.