So now I've read 2 books by John Irving. My verdict: ehh. It was okay, but Irving is no Vonnegut. And what is up with Irving and rape? Garp, Cider House Rules (kind of) and now this. Whatever he has to say on the subject, I'm sure he's exhausted it within 3 novels. I'm in no hurry to read anything else by Irving for a long, long time.