I.... Did not like this. At all. The only reason I kept reading was because I was curious if it would get better, which--for me at least--it did not. I don't even know where to begin describing the things I didn't like, but I'll try.
The plot sounded interesting from the jacket, so I was looking forward to a descent-into-madness narrative and hopefully some shocking twists and crimes. I didn't get any of that. Firstly, David's sleep disorder was described in such vague terms that I found it too hard to believe. It screamed "made up" to such a point that it ruined the story for me--is it a lack of sleep or a problem falling asleep at the wrong times? How does it actually affect him? Then, there's the fact that from the get-go he was a horrible person. The sleep disorder didn't exactly drive him into madness, as I expected, it just seemed like an excuse for all the terrible things he did and the way he treated people. I can't remember the last time I loathed a character as much as him. This guy was an Asshole with a capital A, right from the beginning. I mean, the whole concept of him getting this massive life-changing diagnosis and hiding everything to do with it from his wife, then endangering his son on the road despite knowing this and then, to make matters worse, lying to his wife about it and blaming her for everything! This literally all happens within the first 20 pages and I probably should've given up on the book then.
It's not like the other characters were better, either. The men he encountered lacked any sort of personality, but my real problem lies with the depiction of women. First, there's Julia. There was room to give her depth and complexity, which was sort of hinted at for approximately a paragraph, but in the end she became a shallow caricature. Don't even get me started on the issues with this book's portrayal of her postpartum depression, which is basically summed up as a "zombie state" and treated with zero empathy. Men shouldn't be writing about these kinds of things without understanding what they're talking about! Overall, though, Julia suffered from the sexism which plagued every other female character. She's reduced to an over-controlling mother whose whole world revolves around her son (almost to an Oedipal degree, perhaps?), who--according to David, at least--abandons her career in favour of her family and the domestic labours of the house, and who is cold and snappy and testy with her husband. Susan Morales is reduced to her sex appeal, her ethnicity, and the fact that David ruined her life. Sounds familiar? That could describe Jennifer Lowe just the same. I actually hated how Ricci wrote these women, who are introduced as academics only to end up being silly, petty sex toys used and discarded at David's whim. Sophie was no better--a housewife with an apparent degradation kink who's given no story of her own and only serves to be the ultimate wedge between David and his friend. And finally there's Petra, who emobides the sort of "boy's girl" that men love to drool over. She can out-war-story any man, drinks heavily (side note: hate the briefly-mentioned alcoholism), and lets a guy ply her with drugs and drink before sleeping with him despite knowing he has a potential history of date-raping. Every single woman in this story is just a one-sided fantasy, here only to serve David and maybe some weird perverted reader. I don't know.
Now we move on to the book's handling of another issue: race. I absolutely hate how Jennifer was described. What is up with using "Indian" instead of "Indigenous" or "native" in a book from this century? And that's not to mention the clear way she's tokenized by the author, or David's initial attitude to her, before finding out she's indigenous, where he basically exoticises her because he assumes she's Asian. Also, the whole story involving the Black student in the States and David's remarks about her. First, he makes a joke about not being able to keep his hands off her, which is disgusting. Then, there's the episode (in his class, mind you) where he basically reduces her to her (potential) slave ancestors. The girl tells the dean that he was the first professor to be honest with her, but I can't imagine any person of colour taking that kind of comment very well. This takes me to the very end of the book, which for some reason takes place in some generic Arab city and reads like the equivalent of a movie scene with a yellow Oriental filter. This whole section was filled with stereotypes for literally no reason.
What else can I say? I wasn't a fan of the fact that a large part of the book was dedicated to gun worship. That was weird. Or the relationship between David and his brother Danny. That irked me especially, because I'm a twin myself. You can always tell who does and doesn't have a sibling, particularly a twin, based on how they write these relationships. I can tell you with certainty, me and my sister would never act to each other or think of each other the way David treats Danny. I've met many other pairs of twins in my life, and I've never witnessed this between them either. Gross misrepresentation of twins here. Also, the fact that the Holocaust was undermined twice. It was brought up only as a point of contention (I will never forgive this author for having David argue, even for a second and even if it was ironic or whatever, that it never happened) and as a point of comparison for Marcus's thinness, which is disgusting on several levels.
Oh, and how could I almost forget--the academia! So, here's the context. I'm a classicist myself, with some experience in the world of academia. When it was first revealed that David was a classicist, I was excited. Finally, representation of an academic field I knew about! How foolish I was. David is the most pretentious and least qualified classicist I've ever had the displeasure of reading about. No classicist I know goes around thinking of how things compare to the Roman world at all times. The throwaway, unexplained references felt like in-jokes, an IYKYK situation, meant to amuse those who know and exclude those who don't. It genuinely felt like the author going "oh look at me, I've done my research! I know what ancient Rome is!" but then really missing on important points. There's also the fact that the book kept mentioning David's "Masculine History" and yet I couldn't understand what it was about. Either fully develop whatever his theory is, or don't mention it. Also, the fact that Jennifer was surprised that David had translated some Petronius. Girl, what is shocking about that? If he's a trained classicist, especially at a professoriate level, he should fully be able to do that. Clearly the author doesn't understand what studying classics entails. And the plagiarizing in this book, my god. There are many things I could forgive, but David's obvious plagiarism, which occurs at least twice that I can remember, is not one of them.
So. My consensus is: not a fan of this.