all hangs together nicely, then don't shell out the 15 bones for this (note)book. But, since you're reading this review, you probably already have some familiarity with Harmony's other work (films and whatnot) and will probably like this too. On a slight side note, I noticed that some reviewers felt that Harmony's aesthetic intentions don't translate well into book form. I'm not sure I know completely what all his intentions are, but I think these reviewers make a good point. Korine seems to me to be primarily a visualist (as evidenced by that stupefying tapestry of beauty Gummo), and this book, I think, fails to capture the haunting and poetic imagery Korine is going for, and which he renders so well in the cinematic form. So maybe if I had one word to describe this book, it would be cinematic. But literature doesn't work so well when it tries to be cinematic, that's why it's literature. (And I would go as far as to say vice-versa.) But of course that's something to be discussed and debated, and not here. So in the end, I give it 4 stars, because I enjoy Korine and his imagination. Someone called this a postmodernist novel. I don't think so. It's not a novel. It's an old form, the laundry list appropriated for literary purposes. Narrative glue that normally binds the ideas in a novel is entirely missing. It's like Korine went about recording little snippets of thought and conversations on scraps of paper, then