I’m three quarters of the way through this book. Meant to push through it last night, but got caught up things. Also, the book isn’t uplifting, so I wasn’t in the mood to be slightly depressed or dreamy feeling.
All that said, I’m really enjoying this novel. I can see why Charles Baxter uses it in his essays when talking about writing. It’s rife with sub-text, and characters who are keeping parts of themselves separate from each other. Beautiful writing, with long sentences that pause on moods and descriptions. However, not much happens in the novel, or at least not.