Somebody please tell me just what is supposed to be the staggering work of genius that the title eludes to. I was thoroughly disappointed in this book. There was no story. Very engaging manic style of writing but what was it all for. A great cathartic purge?I feel like the entire book was windowdressing for his pseudo-Marxist ideas for salvaging society. Great ideas but don't couch them in your personal tragedy.My parents died. I was 23. I was a parent to my younger brother. My two older brothers were far from the competent allies Eggers had. I am a Gen Xer. I wanted to hear how Egger's orphan experience compared to mine. What did he have to say about the loss of parents, the taking to the grave of that point you reach as father/mother-son? Understanding your parents posthumously?I'm glad he spared the sentimentality and ran with the humorous, stream of thought. It made for a quick read.