It would be inappropriate to review my own book. Instead, here's a verbal exchange that occurred between me and the fearless Scottish beat poet James Pettigrew a few days after he had finished reading it.
SCENE - an East Kilbride pub (The Lee Burn), Scotland, night time.
JAMES: I loved 83 chapters of Metallic Dreams, but it contains two chapters - and you know exactly the ones I'm referring to - that you should be kicked in the gonads for writing.
ME (laughing): Kicked in the gonads? Isn't that a bit harsh?
JAMES (stony-faced): No. It's exactly what you deserve.
ME (laughing even harder): What about freedom of expression? Artistic integrity? My responsibility not to censor my art, especially when it veers into dark places?
JAMES: Fuck those things! You deserve kicked in the gonads and that's all there is to it.
ME: You're fixating on the tiny percentage of the book that offended you, though. If you loved 83 of 85 chapters, I'm happy. I mean, that's a high percentage. It's an A+.
JAMES (still serious-faced): Aye, well you walk around smiling like an idiot, happy with your A+. But one day, when you least expect it, I'm going to kick your gonads.