I am a big fan of Beaumont's previous book `Thirteen', which cleverly melded a realistic monologue of a late-night taxi driver, with surreal events and insights. The Juggler is, I believe, intended as a partner to that book, although there are no overlapping characters.
There are similarities between the two books. The protagonist is placed out of his comfort zone, and the set-up is sufficiently realistic to work. He then follows a series of encounters and mishaps in the search for happiness, contentment, and/or a meaningful sense of self.
If I had not read Thirteen, I would have thought this a good effort. Compared to that previous book, it is slightly disappointing. The story is a little too linear, the changing points a little too signposted. There is not the sense of reality slightly distorted, that made Thirteen so enjoyable. There are also a couple of plot developments near the end that are implausible, and look shoehorned in to achieve a pre-ordained outcome. And endings are usually the part we take with us most clearly.
The main character is a little lightweight - possibly not enough backstory for us to form a convincing picture of him. Some of the details - such as the ongoing house renovations - go on a little too long, and a little too obviously.
All in all, this was a middling effort, and slight backward step from Beaumont's previous novel. A deeper sense of almost-tangible unreality would have served this story better.