"What he didn’t realize is that a genius is different from other people. A genius doesn’t waste time like other people. Even when he looks like he is wasting time he may in fact be making the most productive possible use of the time. In fact the only time a genius wastes time is when he tries to follow the rules and act like ordinary people."
But the problems with Lightning Rods aren’t things that the voice can carry. There’s the novel’s structure, which is picaresque, one damn thing after another — which doesn’t build or climax, but just vamps and riffs in a series of situation gags. And more seriously, there’s the premise — unsuccessful at sales, Joe decides to commodify his sexual fantasies, which involve a very specific kink, as a solution to workplace sexual harrassment. Which is fine, a little outre, but hasn’t got a great payoff — workplace sexual harassment, at least as a topic for trenchant satire, passed its sell-by date a while ago (yes, still a problem; no, not funny or controversial on its own, anymore).