Hi,

I read this book with the same frame of reference as you, liking Kosinski’s previous work very much and knowing the plagiarism back story but unaware of this book. I also found this on accident (not many copies around in paper). What a strange personal self-immolation/ petulant exercise, completely different from his other works, no power or pace. Who would have seen this was written by the popular writer of Being There or Painted Bird (both apparently plagiarized as well) and gotten more than 50 pages into this?
Cheers, Roger