the first Cooper book i've read. i finished it a couple of months ago, and struggle now to remember anything particular about it. and this is my first point; it is all written on the flat. the author has an excellent ear for dialogue, and is pleasingly experimental with his syntax, but the voice remains the same throughout. Larry in a car being troubled and talking about murder, Larry in his room being troubled and talking about murder, Larry back in his car again being...etc. i couldn't help feeling the whole thing was something of a glamorisation of troubled youth too. rather than charting what is actually present in the disturbed young male psyche, i had the impression Cooper was charting it rather as he wanted it to be. overall, i felt i got more out of the book stylistically than content-wise. that said, it is an intelligent, unusual piece of work, and should be valued for these qualities which are present all too rarely in books published today.