Here’s an excerpt from Joe Sacksteder’s review:

But, like with all good experimental art, the specific form his experimentation takes for this particular novel is not arbitrary but is forced on him by necessity, by the subject matter and the task itself: how to approach the literary equivalent of walking the Jetty, of realizing that it’s a different work of art from one millisecond to the next, of trying to represent its process of entropy with clumsy, clumsy words. It’s the kind of book that infects you, not only in that it leaves less adventuresome books seeming inadequate, but that it’s difficult to look at a page the same way afterwards.

Read the rest of the review HERE.