Title: Ultimately a disappointment.
Product review: Haunting and beautiful in fits and starts, "Dreams" is ultimately a disappointment. Makine's keen insights, refined sensibilities, and sense of time and place are largely wasted on a narrator who remains a callow, self-absorbed youth as he advances chronologically into young manhood and early middle age. His relationship with Charlotte, which constitutes the focus of the book, is particularly vacuous: Charlotte is the only one who talks, and the narrator, as far as we can tell, the only one who thinks. Makine seems self-indulgent; he's presenting raw material that should have been shaped into a final product.
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