Mea culpa! 
 A friend/avid reader was so crazy about this novel, that it convinced me to reread it. To be honest, the first time I didn't find an entrance so I drifted out to reading it impatiently, ending almost diagonally. It was a reading experience of more effort than gain, with more sketchy, blurry texts than oxygen and patterns and it slipped away from me. I sensed it was brilliant but didn't see it. 
 The second time - more patient- I found out that my entrance lay a bit further up the road. I wasn't searching for a plot and tried harder to connect the dots and to see it as 'a sign of the times' both in content as in form. It's a tough read, but in the end it gave me more than enough satisfaction. 
 Lesson learned! 
 My original review: 
 Baudrillard, Lacan, Derrida would've liked it. Maybe Zizek will. I didn't. Not really. Some of it. I do understand the premise and the postmodern mirror, but it's just such a drag to read. But at the same time it's harsh and uncool to be so negative about something that -I guess- can be called brilliant. Maybe this whole review is redundant.