The Disheveled Madman

I relish my hatred for this book. The dramatic tension stretched over the constant stream of impossible events in that book made it ludicrous to me. Not to mention that all of it occurred to propel the main characters resolution of his daddy issues was like getting hit over the head with a bat. It honestly felt like the author was trying to make the case that shitty parents are deserving of love and respect, no matter how self-absorbed or destructive they are. If it takes multiple freak accidents to prove to your son that your memory is worth remembering, your ghost and corpse deserve to be lost to the sea. Ghost dad deserves to go to hell. The only thing I like about this book is the prose. It has a mesmerizing quality and atmospheric sound. Though that could just be the narrator doing a good job. I have no idea how I finished this book, other than I wanted to get my credits worth from audible and the long drive home after a job up north.