A mysterious illness takes over the life of Tim Farnsworth, a successful New York lawyer. Inexplicably, for no apparent reason, he needs to... walk. Walk, walk, walk. For miles and miles. Without stopping. No matter what. A comfortable life taken for granted, a lovely, devout wife, a rebellious but deep-down sweet teenage daughter, a beautiful house in the suburbs, the trust and respect of his working associates, all is at stake for the unnamed condition which is disrupting Tim's and everyone's life and baffling doctors.
This is a disquieting novel. Indeed, a most unusual subject. I can relate to the feelings of frustration reflected in some reviews, it IS a frustrating book to some degree and quite depressing. I think however that frustration and powerlessness are exactly what the writer wants to convey. Some desolate, terrifying condition that would force anyone to face life when "something" beyond control takes over, and come to terms with "it".
I have the British print of this book. Some of the comments & praises by major newspapers utilise the adjective "funny" among others. Well, I think there is absolutely nothing "funny" about this book. If some situations border the ridiculous, it is because they befit the circumstances and the narrative. Nothing to smile about. On the other hand, there is definitely something to weep for. I think the author did a brilliant job conveying the tenderness and sense of desperation of his characters. The inner fights, the sense of abandonment, even some more hopeful, more uplifting situations, it is all described beautifully, the narrative... walks flawlessly, in a contorted path that eventually comes to an epilogue. Getting to the last page of the book was a relief I must admit, but it has been, in my opinion, a true page-turner. I would definitely recommend this book. Well done to the author.