Title: Muddled, but thankfully short
Product review: Trevor flits from place to place and person to person line by line, leaving the reader grasping for sense. A very difficult read w/o caffiene. Half the book centers on half-wits and their world which gets old fast. Who wants to visit their confused fog? And the people with both feet on the ground meander boringly with absolutely nothing to recommend them or getting to know them. Totally forgettable characters. A terrible read leaving one to ponder--page by page--why the author opted for a style meant to confuse. Oh, there may be nicely sequenced words or phrases, but is it "stylish" to set forth sentences that abruptly jump to various scenes or thoughts on a whim? Being "stylish" isn't enough to warrant acclaim. Perhaps "Stream of Consciousness" is trendy writing, but that only works in one's own mind. A waste of time. A senile fog.
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