Are we having fun yet? Book

Wildly uninteresting and borderline bad, but not for a lack of trying. I've always found Breton, after his initial refreshing gasps as kind of a mediocre dude. His flailing attempt at compiling the anthology in question is appreciated but it falls flat because it is patchwork and of dubious worth as far as representing its subject. Some inclusions are nice (Poe, de Quincey, Lautreamont) and you'll probably pick up a few new names to chase (Corbiere, for me, when I first read this years ago), but overall the slice-and-dice style of the inclusions and Breton's beautifully written but insipid introductions make the whole thing seem kind of flaccid.