This was my first exposure to Mark Leyner. His novel concept was refreshing, and the opening chapter with his mom making the l-o-n-g and digressing introduction for Leyner's reading at the mall is priceless.The only novel I have read even remotely similar to this one is [b:My Romance|9872419|My Romance|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327992280s/9872419.jpg|874038] by [a:Gordon Lish|232097|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1267719924p2/232097.jpg]. But this piece of work goes further into the realm of the bizarre and unworldly genius. Though mothers and sons will appreciate the maternal connection here, there are far too many references to baseball, especially dating back to the time of Mickey Mantle and the New York Yankees of the sixties. Other sports, like tennis, rear their heads as well. And perhaps there are more mother-son relationships that share a love of sports than I am aware of, but I think not. Therefore, the book will obviously lose some readers who harbor an aversion to all things sports-related. But certainly, that matters little to Leyner or his fans, and is likely a better opportunity for general exclusivity: a sort of club for extremely intelligent people who know big words and can recite, with accuracy, sports nostalgia.