The key element to getting the most out of a memoir is to like the narrator. But when you don’t like the narrator, the book is tedious. There are parts where the writing is supposed to be lyrical or poetic, but instead comes across as purple prose. There’s tooting his horn about helping to change some busking law. And there are political rants. Even if I agree with what you have to say, I still don’t like reading political rants. And he explains his own allegories and metaphors. And if he explains what he means, then he didn’t express it properly in the first place because he was being arty, or some shiz.
If nothing else, Master is memorable for the sheer WTFery. Here are spoilers: