Oh the irony. It would at first appear that the main character as had a nervous breakdown, some ramblings in the beginning are hard to ‘make sense’ of.
The start is a bit tedious talking about numbers, but I suppose it cements the perception of the person being slightly mentally unstable.
I got a real sense of the main character quickly, but a little too much information weighed it down. Maths has never been my strong suit, so when repetitive references to numbers kept cropping up it was hard to actually figure out if this novel was actually going to get anywhere.
One thing I believe all novels should have, and that is a start that gives a small inkling to where the story was going to take the reader. This start gave nothing away. I had no clue what the point of it was.
The dialogue in the novel really is only the main character directly addressing the reader, creating a sense that I was sitting on listening to an old man’s tale.
The next section made even less sense, the man speaking to a cherub. I was beginning to think the title was supposed to be ironic. I couldn’t ‘make sense’ of the novel.
Cliché wording and editing really needed to be looked at. It would appear that it jumps to other characters along the way, and other ways of presenting dialogue.
Quite a bizarre read as I got to the second character, her interest in another woman, but yet there is something about the way the author writes that made it a bit more interesting; unveiling the complexities of a person’s mind.
The ever-changing characters prevent the novel from being boring. The array of characters makes the novel unique. Some chapters are difficult to read because of how some of the characters speak in slang.
The ending certainly summed up the unusual novel, some elements good… some just didn’t Make Sense.
2 ½ /5 stars
Just to clarify: this is a collection of short stories and NOT a novel. The only connection between the stories is that each of the characters is trying to make sense out of his or her life.
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