I'm not a huge fan of much modern lit fiction, I think it tends towards plotless slice of life stories and banality. Michael Chabon is an exception, however. Like The Mysteries of Pittsburgh before it, parts feel a little pretentious, but the vibrancy of the writing and the appealing characters more than make up for it. This book was the funniest of his that I've read too, parts are like a Coen brothers movie, like a slightly toned-down Big Lebowski. A fun, quick read.