Oh boy, did I go back and forth on this one. On the one hand, I like Rick Moody's writing, and I admire that he can create genuinely loathsome characters without giving the reader the nagging suspicion that he really wants you to admire the poor put-upon lead. He also does some things with unreliable narrators that I enjoy.
On the other hand, the "infidelities among well-to-do suburbanites" theme is quite possibly my least favorite literary subgenre, and, putting this book together with [u]Purple America[/u], I'm starting to feel like Moody's a bit of misogynist, or at least is a person who can't write women very well. His female characters are always willingly having degrading sexual experiences, which is a little distressing, and the women who start out having interesting potential end up as one-dimensional figures by the end. He also has a tendency to pull out plot points from seemingly nowhere by the end, so I'm not sure if I want to keep reading him.