I bought this book after reading the first two pages in the bookstore... I was hooked. I thought I was in store for another hilarious, vivid, and relevent McMurtry great. Instead, after about fifty pages I realized that it was simply a silly sex fest. The main charachter's woes are not a result of the impossibility of having a normal life and relationship while being an artist -- no, his problems come from marrying stupidly and being a male slut. He even chooses child molesters as his friends. His final, rapid decline is a direct result of his sleeping with every woman who wanders into the story ... including his best friend's wife. This has nothing to do with being an artist. McMurtry has written much, much better. Try Texasville.