I didn't hate this book, but it was definitely one of those books pretentious 20-somethings rave about, where nothing happens, people just randomly collide into each other, having sex, fighting, bonding, but with no real over-arching plotline. Reading this book was like watching one of those brownian motion simulators. By the end of the book, I get it--it's about growing up, and how people affect your life. But it's just really hard to get through.
If Chabon's writing wasn't so effortlessly awesome, this book would have been unbearable. His clarity and suave writing style is really the only thing I liked about the novel.