Hmmm, I don't know how to review this without regurgitating other people's opinions - "raw, unflinching prose etc". Well, I felt this to be clever and subtle, with a narrator that seemed like a real, three-dimensional person. A struggling guy, he vaguely wants to be a writer, works in pretty bleak dead-end jobs, ends up in an intense relationship with a girl he meets in a bar.
It was pretty compelling and interesting, I read it all quite quickly.
People perhaps group SaFranko along with Bukowski and the Fante(s), as writers who deal with a kind of low-rent American experience. This is maybe not quite so booze drenched but more sexually explicit... And quite a distinct character who definitely stands apart from the shadow of these other people.