This is the kind of fiction that turned me off literary fiction back in the 90s. I kept reading because the characters start out interesting, the writing is good, it gave me nostalgia for the 80s, and because it's short. I wanted to like it, but it just disappointed. It's like a series of loosely connected short stories with no point and also vaguely depressing. It reminds me of the kinds of things I read in my postmodern literature class, none of which stuck with me in any meaningful way. What did I gain from reading this book? I don't know. Probably nothing.