Stone Arabia bored me. It’s the story of the narrator’s brother, a washed out would-be rock star who chronicles his life in exquisite (and often fanciful) detail. And I came to wish that the details would be more fanciful so that there would actually be some that would be interesting. But no. 235 pages of made-up album releases mixed in with the mundane health problems of a middle-aged man who has drunk and partied more than I ever will and feels sorry for himself.