I gave my copy to Liz, and she's taken it to Brooklyn to begin her post-collegiate life. I'm not absorbing one tenth of what's been happening to me these past days, and I realize that's the most narcissistic possible spin I could put on ending college, saying goodbye to Liz, and leaving the country.
Protagonist is a recent Brown grad with writerly ambitions, high moral seriousness, and licentious proclivities. The narrative is how all that is wrung from him in a single, hellish relationship. In short, literary porn.
