Shallow as the name, the book takes you through the forgettable life of a (declared) self absorbed 40 something, hot piece of expat man in Amsterdam. If there's something worse than poor expats, it's rich expats. I had, by the way, honest fun reading the well written comedic novel. You might cling to the hope that somewhere you'll find a sense or a meaning to all this and that the man redeems itself. All I can say is keep reading and enjoy the ride, a book that vindicates itself by clearly stating that it's shallow is better than one that's full of s*** in my opinion.
You are not deceived by the title, it IS a tale by a (very) shallow man. If you are able to endure the " look at me I am having sex" teenage attitude, you can enjoy witty comments and descriptions about the Netherlands and its people from a expats perspective. However, not worth buying. Great if received as a gift and no one left a newspaper on the seat of the metro or train and have nothing to read to avoid interactions with other people in the public transport. Just stick to the blog.