What an amazing book! The writing-style is unlike anything you've seen before. (Okay, maybe in the same spirit as Vonnegut or Donald Barthelme, but with a very unique quality all of its own.) In this novel, words take on different meanings, locations drive away and can't be found, inanimate objects talk, weep, and sometimes even go to see therapists. Sometime "How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive" reads like a novel... and other times like an automotive manual. And yet--and I think THIS is the book's true triumph--despite all the playful madness of the prose, you always know exactly what the book is saying. There's an emotional clarity that never wavers, even if sometime the background scenery reminds you of Toon Town in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit." For all its stylishness, the book says some pretty profound things about death, loss, raising a kid, responsibility, etc. So it's that rare novel that should appeal both to some avant-garde experimentalist AND a reader who wants the emotional truth of, say, a poignant memoir. Totally audacious, totally different, totally weird, totally wonderful. What a great ride!