Shane’s life is a mess. He’s the prime suspect for a murder he may not have committed. He drinks. A lot. He works at an insurance company alphabetizing papers, but really he spends it making sculptures out of paper clips and sitting on the toilet. But Shane doesn’t care ( about much of anything ). Just like Neilan didn’t care about the plot.
But that’s okay, because the book was so deliciously bitter and witty. You could probably relate to book, if you ever looked around you and said under your breath, “Where am I and how did I get surrounded by these stupid people?”
My one major complaint is that the salt shakers really didn’t mean anything beyond being a common material object easily stolen from public places. Well that, and they’re funny.