Fifteen years after his last novel, cult author Mark Leyner returns with another blast of amped-up postmodern razzle-dazzle. The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is about Ike Karton, an out-of-work butcher who's manipulated by a host of all-powerful gods. Or maybe it's about Ike imagining the gods, working through endless thought streams in some kind of deranged hall-of-mirrors inner monologue. Or it could be about one of the gods' epic battle with the book itself, or...well, it's complicated. TSFN is somehow both hilarious and extremely tedious exhausting, puerile, and just brilliant enough to keep you from throwing it across the room. B+

