The book is a few funny/poignant anecdotes floating in a morass of paranoiac, hallucinatory ramblings.
Also, I'm glad that "balling" is no longer used as a synonym for, um, you know.
Addendum 11/7/11:
It would be remiss of me not to mention one hilarious episode in this morass: After ingesting a number of pills in order to die, one of Arctor's buddies finds himself trapped in an endless hallucination in which God takes him over each and every one of his sins, from the beginning. "Know your dealer," he intuits.
Also, there is Donna's rationale for rejecting Arctor's sexual advances, which I won't repeat here, revolving as it does around smuggling drugs and a certain part of the female anatomy.
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