Despite the 3-star rating, I regret nearly every minute I spent reading this book. Maybe it was just that it was so long; maybe it was because it went around in circles, with little actual plot; or maybe I just got tired of the characters, and the city, and the murkiness that enveloped everything and everyone. The overly long gay porn scenes didn’t help, and the straight porn was just dreary and awful.
But there were stretches of really insightful crystalline writing. This would have been a terrific novella, but as a nearly 900 page tome - not so much.
Some other reviewer suggested that you either get it or you don’t. But there is another dimension: you either like it or you don’t. I’m pretty sure I fall into the get it / don’t like it quadrant.