Paranoia. Check. Possibly drug-fuelled. Check. Strange happenings, unreliable rumours and untrustworthy media. Check, check and check. Blurring of real life and performance. Check. Obsession with both real and fictional celebrities. Check. Affluence porn. Check. Egomaniacal asshole narrator. Check.
Congratulations, Jonathan Lethem! You’ve written a Bret Easton Ellis! Only sans the sense of humour and avec a whole lot of weather. Which turns out, unsurprisingly, to be not hugely riveting.