>Yeah I'm going to omit the interesting Concavity climax, leave some breadcrumbs of what happened at the beginning, all so you're compelled to scour the book again, scrutinizing every overwritten aside and diatribe just to eke a little more resolution regarding the mold, Orin disseminating the entertainment, the entertainment qua antidote-gone-wrong, what exactly became of Gately, Wayne, ONAN, etc.
Call me Bruce Green but fuck off. I guess I can't appreciate open-ended stories (IJ isn't even terribly open-ended; there's a conclusion but it's fallow) that dress up deliberate incongruity as a means to something boundless and ineffable.