Poetic prose like that is no surprise from Gass. But somehow every page comes with surprises, sudden shifts, silly stuff and occasionally, some twisting tickles or cutitudenous insight (well, more like a peek now and then when you don't expect it.
"(Go to a movie.) Forward and back, in and out, up and down," we skip a
b O u T. And like that, there: in fancy frenetics.
At worst, silly.
At best, an amusing divertissement, but only for hard-core Gass fans.