Title: don't bother, unless at a library...
Product review: Not only is Byler's "novel in stories" (a structure ripped off from Hemingway) overwrought and oppressively self-serious, but his whole pseudo post-macho posturing is just the sign of a young, immature writer. Regardless of what the author set out to do, ALL the women characters come off very badly here. There are flashes of nice writing, but even that reads like standard MFA workshopped material. What will Byler do next? We'll see. For now, do some real reading. Skip this, and go read Hemingway, Carver, Chekhov, and Conrad if you like this kind of writing but want to see it done much much better.
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