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I really wish I had read this book completely clean of any expectation--the amount of hype that I'd absorbed about it set up a lot of false expectations and I was sorely disappointed. Sullivan is not, contrary to all of the blurbs and reviews, a generation-defining essayist; never does he come close to earning the title of "David Foster Wallace successor." "Geoff Dyer lite" is the aptest way I can think to describe him, but why bother with a watered down version when you can just read and enjoy Dyer himself? There were several essays in here that were good and worthwhile. The short essay about his brother's electrocution was heartbreaking and probably the best. Most were simply tolerable. I would hesitate to recommend this collection.