I've seen Thomas McGuane's Ninety-Two in the Shade described as "written on drugs", which may be a fair description, but it's a funny, worthwhile novel. A story of going crazy, family issues, lost potential, certain death, fishing, love affairs, dropping acid, rodents eating cake, living in a bomber fuselage, relatives running whorehouses, women with shopping compulsions, bonefish, rubes from the Midwest, told through bursts of literary pyrotechnics.
I don't have much else to add here. The prose can occasionally become overwrought, and the characters maddening. The plot (described in another review as "ephemeral as a cocaine high") moves swiftly and inevitably, and the ending is, if not satisfying, then worth a smirk. I plan to re-read this at some point, just for the fireworks.
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