Sounded so interesting, however it reads as if it is one long, erratic run-on sentence. Had to toss it aside (very rare for me!) ( )

Written in a Beat-like rush of words, Kaniuk’s tall-tales about his life in 1950s New York, in which he beats up men larger than him, sleeps with rich and famous women, and is loved and admired by people like Charlie Parker and Billie Holiday, managed to amuse me for a few days. Then I put the book down and was never able to get myself to pick it up again. ( )