I began to send out résumés. Late capitalism was a corpse. but you could still get lucky, couldn't you? Besides, I was so unaccomplished. I could fit in anywhere. I'd never pose a threat to colleagues. That would be my angle."
Seabrously, deliriously funny... Lipsyte's prose arrows
fly with gloriously weird spin, tracing punch-drunk curlicues before hitting their marks - or landing in some nearby alternate universe'
NEW YORK REVIEW OF BOOKS
It's customary for radically sardonie, corrosively funny writers to put in time as mere cult icons, but enough already: everybody should read Sam Lipsyte
TIME MAGAZINE
"One of the most unapologetic voices of contemporary literature... Lipsyte mines the sexual frustration of Philip Roth, combines it with the paranoia of Don DeLillo and fills the space in between with a cast of characters as absurd and enigmatic as anything in a Thomas Pynchon novel'
NEW YORK OBSERVER
"This book is a success: not only the belly-laughs but also the sadness attendant upon the cultural failure it describes. Read Lipsyte and rejoice'
NEW YORK TIMES