Both alienating and utterly compelling, this a surprisingly insightful, quite beautifully written and really quite special book.
Ultimately it's a tale of modern day grief, and the lengths we may find ourselves going to in order to avoid the overwhelming pain of the loss of others. In doing so, our oddly captivating protagonist, Sunless, has seemingly medicated himself into almost oblivion.
An incredibly perceptive novel which explores the fragility and multiplicity of the individual mind, and how we can so easily lose ourselves in the "simple" act of living, "Doctor Salt" is cleverly and effectively structured and employs some stunning uses of figurative language. It sounds twee, but the personification of everything from the moon, lakes, ice, through to pills is at times sublime in depicting the living, breathing world from the perspective of someone who is emotionally numbed to it.
And yes, it's a novel about pills. It casts a wry glance at the over-diagnosis and labelling of every conceivable ailment of the mind, our increasing reliance on a multitude of stimulants and suppressants to merely cope with the challenge of human existence, and the irony faced by those who, in the land of the free, are "too rich for government welfare, too poor for health insurance".
As the novel so wisely states, when dealing with life, and for that matter death, the "only thing you really need to take is time"