Like Frank Lloyd Wright, T.C. Boyle seems to be as brilliant as he thinks he is. I am just getting on board with this idea, in both cases. The narrative format of the book - a memoir thrice told, or something like that - grated on some in our book group, but I thought it was *genius*. The other genius move is that he tells his story backwards, in a way that makes utter sense. The book is a fictional biography of FLW focusing on his major romances (perhaps strangely, his marriage of something like 30 years wasn't among them...). There is no shortage of material to keep this puppy moving. Boyle focuses almost exclusively on the personalities of Wright's life and gives little time to the art, which works: Wright had a life so bizarre and riddled with travail and chaos his story would seem ridiculously heavy-handed if it was a novelist's invention. By skillfully fictionalizing the truth, I think TCB gets closer to it than a strict biographer could.