Well...the voice was consistent, if consistently shallow.And while in part that was intentional—after all, it's positioned as a satire—the quality of the humor had no depth or sophistication. The Columnist has no more to say than the narrator does, and that's not much. While I suspected I wouldn't be impressed by the jacket flap, I liked the idea of a fictional author revealing more than he intended. Unfortunately, the narrator here is dumber than a rock; he not only lacks the slightest self-awareness, but he can't even fake intelligence or a personality even to the people who know him. And all of those people just ignore that because...? But the prose is serviceable, and occasionally the commentary is amusing, but the narrator is tiresome and it could be a good 100 pages shorter—although since this is supposed to be the narrator's memoir, it shouldn't be much shorter than 500.