I think that I would love to hang out with Jacobson, he seems like exactly the kind of sarcastic, funny, well-read self-deprecating egomaniac that I would enjoy the company of, but I did not enjoy reading this book. Maybe it was the way the main character fetishized his women--they didn't feel real to me. The women were accessories to his life, they were his satellites, not real people with their own drives and desires. Although I did love the rants about the death of the reader. As a librarian, I can certainly relate, I've felt the same kind of derisive bile at times. I might try The Finkler Question, I passed it up when it came out. From most accounts it was better than this one.