j’adore the kooky quacky take on TV-addled Americana in the nineties, pop culture addiction transmogrifying into a penchant for violence, a need for escalating stimulation exacted upon one’s kin; was totally rapt at the beginning as they drive around watching the OJ chase via handheld TV in the backseat … the surreal truth-is-stranger-than-fiction tone which takes over everything, from the semiludicrous premise to the dialogue where people persistently misunderstand each other, to the dramatic yet anticlimactic killing at the end, which becomes inevitable when people glued to spectacular simulacra of city living confuse fantasy with reality; it’s very clear how rick barthelme shares a literary inheritance with mary robison, with their spiky characters whose loving allegiances go much deeper than they might seem from the antagonistic way they talk to each other, but there’s also something of patricia lockwood’s nobody is talking about this here, in the detached, ironized dysfunctional overwhelm of the internet that makes up so much of this story’s motion up until maybe 3/4 of the way through, which gets suddenly punctured by the transcendence of living in the real world; and even of dennis cooper’s the sluts, with the extended written monologues on niche corners of the early internet from strangers collaboratively fantasizing about the possible manifestations of human cruelty. all the southwest ufo hunting is also delightful, and the daddy-daughter double-duo is … fine, don’t feel very strongly about that. in general i love that the trajectory is one of hyper-determined, slightly manic people dead-set on entering the fray in LA but getting so enraptured with the American Southwest that they no longer need to locate themselves inside TV scenes to feel purposefully embedded in society, but i think by the time i caught onto that movement of the plot i started to feel a little tired of the constant changing landmarks; i felt somewhat distracted gliding through all their sightseeing once i knew they weren’t going to make it all the way to LA, and the penny-mike romance wasn’t really enough to keep me from blowing through the last hundred pages, though the one night that del and mike share a room and mike asks if having an affair is worth it is quite nice. anyway this book is so fabulously unique in spirit and i’ll never hate a novel that loves a road trip this much, but loootttta fat could have been trimmed in the back half and i would have been a happier reader :)