Oh Wallace. I wanted to love All the Little Live Things (isn't that one of the best titles?), and there were moments when I did - the beginning, and the end: when there was Wallace's amazing descriptions of landscape and nature, and when things happened - when we escaped from the inside of Joe's brain. Yes, I think it was Joe's brain which was the problem for me, and how much it was switched onto repeat. Joe didn't like his hippie tenant, but he did like his sweet and beautiful neighbour. Wallace could have just said that in one line (only written it better) and it would have been enough, but he took a whole book to do it.
I might still forgive him though, because I do love Wallace.