Processed Cheese by Stephen Wright

 

This starts out promisingly, but the second half seems to lose the luster somehwat. The first half is laugh-aloud, stuffed with the consumer-crazed, imaginary commercial labels and proper nouns of society of Wright's today-at-warp-speed vision, while the second devolves into a more traditional narrative of several doomed romantic relationships and family connections, where I stopped laughing, or at least laughed more ruefully.