Yo-yo reading is all I could come up with for a title today. Our discussion of Giannina Braschi's Yo-Yo Boing! was ... let's say it was difficult. One couldn't finish the book. One read it but said she couldn't really say she knew what it was about. After reading such glowing reviews, we looked forward to it. But sheesh. The first segment was about pus. But believe it or not, I looked back fondly on that section once I entered the next segment. A conversation that went on and on where the reader has no idea who's speaking, what they're talking about, whether the conversation 10 pages ago is still the same conversation on the current page... Well. We just didn't enjoy it.
May's title Rose of No Man's Land promises much more. (I've already read it and loved it up!)