As a studen forced to read this book, this appears to be a boring and oddly sexual book appealing to only the author itself and people just as self centered as Paul (assuming this is a self insert) One chapter (Vienna) was the only that convinced me to actually convinced to take interest in the novel, but alas, its the shortest chapter in the book apart intermezzo.
This book although yes, written interestingly is just an excuse to shove terrible musical related metaphors and personiphication down my throat.
Im going to bleach my eyes now.
bye.