"It was who he was in the dark, cigarettes and mumbled sleep and a hundred other things nameable and not."
For a particularly slim novel there is a denseness in the text that required me to re-read this immediately after I had finished it. There are beautiful sentences, like the one that I've quoted above, which are almost poetic in how much they convey. You get a real sense of intimacy and the void created when a partner is no longer there.
My enjoyment of the novel was hampered a little by the fact that I had to read it twice, it isn't a quick, easy read as you might suspect should you see it on a shelf. Who is the mystery figure that appears - is he a ghost, is he imagined? or is he a performance piece? I have so many questions.I could read it any of those ways and yet it still works.
4 out of 5 misery loves mysterious company.
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