A basic man - not a particularly bad one, but the bar is low - is clearly struggling, as we soon start to suspect, because of a recent break-up. He is miserable, and resentful. As more details about his late relationship emerge, it becomes clear he was kind of an asshole, and, although on some level he knows is and is ready to acknowledge it, he doesn't see much of a problem with that either. As this synopsis makes clear, not much happen in the book. Nor is there a lot of perceptive introspection, because our protagonist is not able of that. Yet, I found it surprisingly not-boring: a convincing sketch of masculine mediocrity.