This is about the most boring and annoying book I've ever read. I don't now why but I have a preference for books who use still other words than Phoney, "old" and "goddamned". It is also perfect to ruin your day. Once you start reading this depressing novel from a boy who can't say a singular positive thing about his live, you can say goodbye to your happy feeling. There was only one positive thing about all this. I thought he put himself in a very strange position as a writer. He doesn't regard himself as being the all-knowing novelist, he puts himself kind of aside. You don't see that often. But than again, I think he's just trying to be the underdog, someone eccentric. Well, mister Caulfield, there are other ways besides just being negative about everything to get attention.