The prose was poignant and interesting, though I found the main character's sexual exploits more amusing than anything. Though Miller is obviously trying to place himself squarely in the middle of the sexual revolution, I found his supposed sexual encounters too over the top for me to be able to suspend believability. For instance, most of the book spends time recounting amazing instances of sexual awesomeness in which the narrator is transported to another dimension. It would be far more believable if the always-drinking narrator suffered from whisky dick.