Flatscreen, by Adam Wilson

This was so much less than I was hoping for. For a book to be praised the way this one was, I hoped for a lot more than the usual mopey rich white Jewish boy on drugs in the suburbs shit that every other 'slacker' novel has as an antihero.

In fact, this was such a letdown, it deserves a whole new tag: dissapointing, for all the books that come with so much hype that I feel cheated by the blurbs and reviewers.