Finished There is No Year while sitting on some steps and drinking unsweetened iced tea. A black and extraordinary affair. Going back to this whole "Lynchian" comment - I think Butler's book functions as a loose sequence of things that can be unplugged from and rearranged around each other, creating answers and half-answers, more questions and non-answers. In this way it works the way Inland Empire works - as a kind of noiry random number generator. Am I saying that right? Noiry? Also, I found this hidden on page 336, like a housekey under a door mat.
And, for a moment, Blake Butler untangles the long, single strand of his own book inside his own book. Excellent.