Marcelo T
Failed to grab me. It partly may be due to the writing, which dwells on description at the expense of everything else. Now, I'm not against description per se - "Martin Dressler" by Steven Millhauser being one sterling example where that works in spades and propels the narrative. And indeed, there are some passages O'Neill uses extensive descriptions in such a way, like the fantastic passage when the protagonist, Hans, recounts his wife's behavior in the final two years of their marriage after she turns him away in her room as he's come to say hi. Those moments ring true. But more damning, the book itself seems so steeped in Hans' ennui that it eventually becomes a generator of ennui itself. And it's not helped by the fact that Hans is the least interesting of the characters in the book - his major personality trait seems to be a blandness of character, a lack of will, a tendency to stasis. He's floating through life, prodded left and right by others. Contrast him with Chuck, Abelsky, Rachel, Martin; and soon all of them seem to be much more interesting characters and you wish you could go back to them more often, and stay with them. Hell, I would have dumped him too...