If only life was a novella

I've never imagined someone who would choose to condense their life, or at least half of it, into such a succinct piece of prose. Is it not the point of a memoir to elevate your relatively meaningless life into a microcosm of the human condition by extending out every event ad nauseam? How can that be achieved in barely 200 pages?
It's clever in a way. Most authors use their style as reflective of the book's purpose, and in that, Andoe was definitely successful.
I found that Jubilee City offered an infinitesimal amount self-reflection, and hardly a single attempt at objectivity. For the most part, it was frustrating as hell. But that is not to say Andoe is not a reflective person, or someone who can look back on his life and see certain events for what they really were. I wouldn't know. Nevertheless, the narrative style is brilliantly indicative of the lifestyle he led, as one living whilst drowned in substance abuse, failed relationships and rebellion would see the world around him in a highly egocentric way. In that, Andoe is attempting to bring a truthful perspective on his own life, a life that I am sure, to him, flew by as fast as it took to read the book.