Weak

After reading this I was left with an unfulfilled feeling. Especially since the ending was so weak after such a lead-up to a particular event.

When reading I felt that certain aspects of the book reminded me of others, but they were oh so pale in comparison. The book was about an author writing a book, which was apparently the one we were reading. This was similar to a feature of Alasdair Gray's Lanark in a way, but I didn't feel that it really worked in this case. The lead-in and foreshadowing of chapters with the use of quotes reminded me of Elizabeth Wurtzel's Prozac Nation, but lacked the charm with which Wurtzel worked.
It is decadent, but mainly in the way that brand names and amounts of money are constantly referenced. Wei Hui attempts erotica throughout the book, but it really just comes across as sleaze most of the time.

This book isn't much to brag about, especially since it is constantly promoted as an "international bestseller". I wasn't expecting much to begin with, but this was still a let down.

3/10