This can hardly even be called a story as nothing really happens, I was waiting for the whole book for something to happen but no.
I bought this novel at LAX, Sometimes you get lucky buying airport novels but not this time. It was my first time reading Paul Tremblay and will be the last.
The author states in the final credits that the main character ‘Art’ is pretty much based on him, that makes sense as the whole book feels like some self indulgent recollection of one’s youth and past life. The only question is why did the author think anyone would be interested in his mundane, melancholy and angsty past?
Very early in the book I did find myself a little bit engaged with the characters and the nostalgia of some of the music and bands that are mentioned and how it feels in your teens to get wrapped up in music but eventually the book just waffles into a whole lot of nothing :/
I guess the Author is trying to explore depression and mental health but even this is vague and completely misses it mark. I wanted to stop reading it at several points but I persevered through, I shouldn’t have.
Don’t waste your time.