May we be forgiven: unfortunately, didn't manage to sustain the hilarious bleakness of the opening 200 pages. As is so often with this kind of story - the humanising of an alienated / lost soul - as the main character becomes less irredeemable so the plot becomes less interesting. Bad people are, after all, often funnier and more interesting than good people.
Now making a start on the Goldfinch. Which everyone tells me doesn't end particularly well, so that's kinda putting a dampener on my enthusiasm to work my way through 700 odd pages.