Like, I have read some books, man.
I’ve read some that have given people problems like Kafka and a Lot of Pynchon and Infinite Jest and even that Olipo stuff. I read Joyce, but never finished the Wake.
So I know for hard books. The books written by men that are not meant to be enjoyable but may be a bit of an enigma. I studied Joyce, reading books about his books and his bragging that in a century the professors would be stroking their chins over his stuff.
That’s just where this book falls.
It’s not really bad. But it’s not good. The book is a problem, waiting to be solved.
I don’t think I know the moves.
I may be too old to learn.