I think this book is going to appeal to people who like Martin Amis, Bret Easton Ellis, and other 70s-era authors who fall into the canon of what I think of as "dude-lit." I got this because I noticed that the author was a writer for Creem and I was envisioning some sort of male-centric version of a Jackie Collins novel. Instead, it's a sort of tragicomic coming of age about a middle-class dude with high aspirations, caught up in the web of punk culture and cheap glamor.
I found it pretty boring, but I think people who lived through this time period and aspired to that kind of lifestyle might enjoy this. I just couldn't relate to the main character much at all.
Thanks to the publisher for sending me a copy in exchange for an honest review!
1.5 out of 5 stars