I left this book bewildered at the state of received opinion of this book's supposed high quality. I followed it for as far as I did (about 80% of the way) because I was teased by what transfiguration or denouement could possibly redeem the flat, bland, downright dull writing I was struggling through. Eventually I decided nothing could excuse what I had been asked to experience, and gave up. The presumably deliberate banality of the writing, and the erratic monologue it carries, degenerated into a trial I was no longer prepared to endure. If you are looking for a holiday read, or an uplifting review of the human condition, look elsewhere: the narrative skills are well hidden, and flacid gloom is milked for all it is worth. But if you are teased and angered like me, it might be worth reading on to see if you can find what I could not - some redeeming virtue.