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Queer, Beat, California, in the Fifties. It comes out as a mad rush of imagery and word salad, shot through with sadness and dissatisfaction of life, war, and the economics of its time. It is short, the perfect length, and while I am happy to have read it, it was too bleak and sad for my preferences.

There is a litany of issues with this book. First, and to cover the most important part, I celebrated DELETING IT FROM MY IPAD. That being said, the editors left in numerous typos and incorrect-word-choices because the book passed spell-check but nobody bothered to proofread it.

The author is as I expected, condescending, obtuse, and callous.

The editor was obviously not engaged in actually reading it or editing it.

The publisher was not engaged in proofreading it. They just wanted to publish it.

All I wanted to do was delete it. Which I did. With great joy. It's my #1 selection on my Never Again List. Never. Again.

This book is a cluster headache printed on paper. It spools endlessly, or at least seems so. Repetitive, condescending, vague, unhelpful, and beyond everything else, exceptionally dull.

I did not pay for this book. In that sense, it's the books only redeeming quality. I have no physical book to deal with, so in the end there won't be any waste.

I only regret that I cannot tear the pages out and set it on fire. Although, for the time I lost reading this crap, I very well might buy a paperback version just to set it on fire.

Truly a horrible book. Awful. If you doubt any of it, what is the first thing that comes to mind when a nasty little male germanic troll rails on for pages about menstruation? Yeah, you've got first hand knowledge of that, sure.

This is a headache on paper.

Bravo! What a wonderful book! Can’t wait for the movie!