I received an Advanced Review Copy, and this is the review of that ARC:
DANIEL continues a recent trend in fiction of husbands with vanished wives (GONE GIRL, THREATS, etc) -- and just like all the others, the story isn't what we think it is. Oh, sure, sometimes the story is of a husband who is too hipster emo and too "lost" in his search for the virginal goddess that his obsessions and idiosyncrasies take over. Or maybe the husband actually killed his wife. There's also the wife sneaking off in private to torment the husband. In this case, Daniel is just batshit crazy to begin with and his wife isn't really lost.
I'm not down with this. Here's why: part of the charm of Jones's past work has been the phantasmagoria of it all, a style that asks the reader to take these bizarre-o journies, to embrace these magical places, and to enjoy the ride. Here, the reader is told "oh, that? All of that is just in his head!" I call bullshit on this because it's like a slap in the face. Everything I liked about quintessential Jones is ripped away and replaced with...a bad Hallmark Channel movie starring Brendan Fraser as Daniel!
If it's all in Daniel's head, then who the heck cares? This is either irresponsible representation of mental illness/ anxiety, or it's asking too much of me to care about it because it is subverting the strength of Jones's writing. Look, I get that I'm probably supposed to say "his thinking is so magical, despite his level of anxiety! This is how he handles it!" or "it's so sad that he missed out on his real life because he didn't see it in front of him until it was too late!" or even "he's NOT the crazy one because he LIVES!" But I actually have zero emotional connection to or investment in this kind of "lost puppy" character. In fact, I want to punch him in the face, as I'm sick to death of the broken hipster dude who is a loser till the bitter end. Ugh.