This was a really, really weird book. I read about 150 pages before I decided that it really was not worth it. I couldn't bring myself to care about the plot, and the writing was abysmal. Also, his obsession with writing about the main character's (whose name I forget) penis was a little odd. I especially did not like when he referred to it as "swaddled" - it was just totally unnecessary, and kept making me think of it as an infant. I'm not entirely sure that this wasn't the point, which, in fact, makes it creepier. Also, "shame-hair". There. There was just no need for that. I mean, it's not like I didn't expect a lot of sex in a book about prostitution (or partially about that, anyway), but this was just... shudder-inducing. I was kind of curious to see where he was going with it. But not really.