text: . . .maybe believe your suspenders, I'm not sure which.
  
  It seems to me that to enjoy this book,
  you have to suspend your suspicion of 
  bombast and improbability. You also have
  to give up any qualms you might have
  about a protagonist who's pretty much 
  a pedophile and whose connection to planet
  earth seems pretty improbable.
  
  What you get in return are some amazing
  language, some great observations and 
  a character whose zenny zest is intense
  but not cartoonish. Much too cerebral to
  ever be made into a movie by any director
  alive now, this is a book to be enjoyed
  as a pure artifact of whacked-out, but
  craftsman-like writing
  