The elegance, the enduring freshness of Speedboat is no mystery when you consider it a novel that not infrequently calls into question the moral of the story and, often enough, the story itself.
Ha ha. How cleverly the nonsensical has dressed itself as Important and Meaningful and not an Obvious Waste of Time. A story that questions the existence or need for stories. Why not just a book with one page on which is a drawing of the author disappearing into her own navel?
