I read this book in half a day. I enjoyed the first third or so, then was increasingly frustrated with its lack of focus and definitely unsatisfied by the ending.
This (unnamed) guy is on the run. That is interesting – you know, how would you even do that? Turns out it’s pretty difficult. He’s only using cash, has no ID, has fled his home, ditched his car, all of the things, in an effort to disappear. He ends up in an (unnamed) city, and it’s important that it’s a city, as part of his effort to go as unnoticed as possible. He rents a room from a woman who could’ve possibly been interesting, had we learned anything at all about her. She’s suspicious of him. He did some bad shit, y’all! Or I guess so.
That’s the problem. Nothing is very clear, but not in a cool intriguing way. Toward the end it veers more into psychological profile and/or his philosophy but by that point I no longer cared. And it’s a shame because he has some truly interesting things to say about reducing the size of your world and it feels like there are a bunch of good stories here, but none of them is fleshed out sufficiently.
I enjoyed it, mostly, while reading it, but now, a day later it feels annoying.
