Can’t understand why this won the Booker Prize. It left me feeling very flat and reminded me of Albert Camus’ The Stranger - an emotionally detached man drifts through life - rags to riches to rags again. There’s very little internal dialogue or self reflection. The dialogue is uninteresting and mundane. Life just happens to him. Maybe it’s a reflection of where we are as a society- feeling powerless and with little agency.