An exercise in navel-gazing, David Shields' mercifully brief Enough About You explores the complicated relationship between fiction and non-fiction, as well as the innate human tendency toward autobiography and confession. Rather than illuminating that tendency, however, Shields instead embodies its worst aspects, as he shambles from topic to topic before inevitably shining the spotlight back on himself. Part autobiography, part essay, part cultural criticism, and all self-indulgence, Enough About You documents Shields' love affair with himself and his work, from his days as a hotshot basketball player and stutterer through his college career and adult life. Along the way, he marvels at just how deeply his college girlfriend loved him, includes a condescending letter he wrote (but never sent) to his father, and explores various subject matter of interest primarily to David Shields. Shields spends Enough About You wallowing in a bottomless pool of self-absorption, most tellingly in an essay pondering the negative reviews his work has received, before concluding, with characteristic smugness, that he's right and the critics are wrong. To that end, he uses the words of Vladimir Nabokov, Sylvia Plath, Goethe, and John Keats to situate himself on the side of truth and beauty, but the scathing comments found in that piece are the only ones here that ring true. Otherwise, Enough About You is a love letter from Shields to Shields, and reading it is like being cornered at a party by a blowhard who can't talk about anything but himself. The book scatters moments of clarity and insight throughout, but after a while, it's apparent that Shields has little to say, coupled with an insufferable manner of saying it.