Michael Chabon's prose is fabulous but...lately I've been too tired and exhausted to endure the thousands of strands of plot and character that Chabon loves to throw out, or the brainpower to really appreciate the work the way it deserves. Chabon has a very distinct and recognizeable style, and while it was amazing when I read The Adventures of Cavalier and Clay, I think I have had more than enough Chabon to last me a long time.