"On the third morning I woke to find the sheets were dry."
How to review this one? John Self is a dirty wreck of a man lost in a sea of paranoia, drug and alcohol abuse and overloading on porn consumption. He is beyond sleazy and almost impossible to like. When the blurb talks of excess, it is certainly on point. Listed as a must read on a number of top lists, I guess it just isn't my cup of tea.
Is this well written, yes, I guess. Was it an enjoyable read, no, not at all. 3 out of 5, I feel like I need a shower after finishing this.