[Advanced warning: I am a hater.]

Do you want to read a very subjective character study on that one middle-aged white guy you know who is always bumming on couches and doing odd jobs for cig money and talks a lot about "almost having it all" but then invariably loses it at some point? Do you want the writing to be stoic, to the point where the most emotionally reactive things you will read are about a man who gets a hair stuck in his urethra or has a wad of toilet paper trapped in his ass-hair that then calcifies to his anus? Do you want to hear the "your generation" diatribe of the last bazillion years between boomer and millennial reduced to a couple of characters doing finger pointing and saying, "Your fault!" Do you want an extremely unsatisfying ending where the most annoying and pathetic character in the world doesn't even get hit by a car for some kind of divine retribution for wasting 275 pages of your time?

If you said yes to one or all of these things, then this is the book for you.