I have mixed feelings about this book from one of my favorite authors. On the one hand, it is a brilliantly crafted novel with impactful writing and a uniquely original take about catching a narrator who is putting together a book about his friend.
This friend is a New Hampshire pipefitter, the father of one daughter, and a five-time divorcee. He's cruel, mean, ungrateful, and a slob who only sees the world the way he sees the world. You cannot influence him on anything, out of principle.
Without anybody to cheer for in this nove-in-a-novel, Banks hypnotizes with a whodunit for a man whodeserveit. And it's Banks' gift for prose, characters, and places that keeps us turning the pages.
"Wait," you say. "That sounds like you like it?"
Not exactly. I like all that I mentioned, but not anything else. I can learn from it, study it, and praise Banks again for his craft. But compared to his other books, I don't care for this character, fascinating as he is. I don't care about his daughter or five wives or mother or junk piled up in the field. I don't care for the narrator much, either.
So, while it's a great portrait of an unpleasant man, that's all we're left with. As such, it's almost a variety you don't see in other Banks books. The author knows what he is doing, and by doing it, you're aware of his existence behind the narrator. So, really, maybe it's me. I prefer to forget about the author and immerse myself in the characters as I have done with almost every other Banks book. But here, I could never break through the barrier of this being a "tell me" book because that is what it is.
No matter. There is still plenty to learn here, and I remain a Banks fan. Maybe you will feel this way too.