This unprepossessing novel plunged me into a mid-20s crisis. How tragic and how common it is to lose your way, like these characters, and fail to live up to the potential your schoolteachers crowed about! How nice it is to wallow in self-pity and angst, fuelled by a narrative as elegant as Garden State!
With a dense, poetic voice, and a plot that sort of boils up from within its New Jersey setting and then recedes again, this novel takes its time to settle into a rhythm, but is insidiously fascinating once it does. We don't expect much from any of these characters, and they don't seem to expect much from themselves either.
The confessional tone established by Moody's foreword adds a nice sense of immediacy.
Although it seems self-indulgent at first, with its emphasis on a set of characters who are miserable, bored, self-obsessed and self-destructive, it's an absorbing read, if you can relate their disenchantment to your own.