So, a generally reasonable friend talks about a book he really likes, says I have to read it because it's so amazing and awesome and bad ass and so on. He actually goes out and buys me a copy. I go, 'oh, cool, thanks,' and read it a few days later.
It is terrible.
It is so terrible that it actually makes me angry.
It's barely a narrative, and all that's there is poorly developed aggression and crude language. I mean, seriously, it's like the author took out all his pent up rage from puberty and just unleashed it in a juvenile torrent of filth.
I'm... not sure I want to hang out with this friend any more. (If I was going to talk about a book I really liked, by the way, it would probably be Cold Comfort Farm, just so that there's a basis for comparison here.)