Memories of My Father Watching TV Book

This is not a novel in any real sense. I truly do not understand why it has that designation in all caps on the cover. It reads like a series of very distinct short stories. In any case, each one is rather unusual. I felt deeply disoriented much of the time while reading this--wondering things more or less like "What is this? Who is viewing this? Where is this story taking place? In the mind of a child watching TV with their father? Is it just a story?" Et cetera.

Perspectives are blurred with great gusto. Viewpoints are mashed and juxtaposed with a seeming abandon. But it all works rather well at creating vivid (strange and disorienting as they are) and often jarring portraits of fathers and sons, passive audiences and creative and imaginative entities, and an implicit story of a thoroughly televisualized culture in between its lines and pixelations.

It also doesn't hurt to notice the prominent David Foster Wallace blurb on the front cover that reads: "Witheringly smart, grotesquely funny, grimly comprehensive, and so moving as to be wrenching."

[One other curious thing I noticed is that in the author bio it states his year of birth as 1951 then goes on to list his bibliography, beginning with a book called Heretical Songs (1951). Assuming Mr. White didn't pen his first novel before the age of one, I'm assuming this is some kind of odd joke. It's curious is all.]