You don't REALLY want to ride in Trevor's Porsche. The road he's driving is taking him straight down that "other" path. A highway to hell, if you will. You watch him stumble and crumble, while being led into a world of hedonistic debauchery, that is fueled to the breaking point with drug and alcohol abuse. This world is a place filled with greed and deceit beyond measure. It's the land of Money. Power. Sex.
Trevor, however, is not THAT guy. He just doesn't believe it. Yet. Painful childhood memories keep erupting through his walls, keeping the need (for oblivion) alive. He's lost his house, the girl, and briefly, the Porsche. Whatever chance of success he had climbing the coporate ladder via conventional employment, has been all but destroyed. His attempt, pathetic as it was, at Rehab, wrack up yet another failure. In more ways than one.
How low can you go, when you've hit bottom? Well, if you ask Ryan Winfield, you can go so low and get in so deep, you'll find yourself sunk in the proverbial quicksand. Alone. When at long last you come to understand, the only hope of rescue, is thru yourself.
Throwing conventional standards of grammar to the wind, ala Cormac McCarthy, disturbing to some, not so much to me, Ryan Winfield's writing forced me to read in a manner other than my "normal." I read fast and let the flow of the story carry me away. Not so, this one. You have to take it down a notch, to fully appreciate his mastery of language.
For a debut novelist, to "catch" me within a few sentences, then hold me, until we finally cross that bridge, while slowing me down in between, I can only say, if you are a reader, read this one. Yes, by all means, read it for the story. It's quite a ride. Remember however, to take care when reading such a highly crafted piece of work. Go on, slow it down, READ this one for the writing.
This could, and yes, probably should be a full five stars. But, at his age, with his talent, I believe we'll be seeing lots more Ryan Winfield. His future looks as bright as Trevor's.