This book is a must read for fans of Amis, Hitchens, Bellow, Larkin, or a mixture of one or more. It casually riffs on time and death and Amis realizing his own place within the canon being a literary vector. Other than P. Phelps, it's impossible to determine where the fiction lies. It contains flashbacks and writing advice in a funny mixture of genres that tries to be "life writing" in a different form. He's claiming his own spot in this impacted field, arguing that autobiographical fiction is more than just the story. Or, that the story is more than just the slightly fictitious plot from points A to Z. It's a bunch of other stuff, like questioning whether to use "who" or "whom," coming up with hypothetical summaries of settled lore, and wondering what's up with Trump. This is easily one of the most creative and well-written texts of the life writing (autobiographical fiction) genre, which is known for placing form below mediocre content.