Me too..though I didn't make it all the way to the end...my annoyance wouldn't allow it. When I first picked up the book, I erroneously presumed that it was so-titled as an ironic nod/jab in the direction of the myriad of crappy, self-reverential memoirs being put out these days. Turns out, I think he actually might be a genuine devotee of his own particular brand of "genius". He does write with a certain flair, he constructs an interesting turn of phrase...as such, I might try something else of his, but I certainly didn't love "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius"....