*thank you to NetGalley and Head of Zeus for a free copy in exchange for an honest review*
I was intrigued by the fact that the start of this book said "Read Slowly". Me being me, I took that literally and wondered aloud about it to my housemate - as it turns out, "Read Slowly" might actually mean "take a pause every now and then throughout this book to reflect upon the sentiments of what the characters are saying." To enjoy this novel, I think that this is crucial - it's not a novel you can zip through and take at face value, unless you happen to be a philiosophy student of some kind who engages in conversations like this on the regular.
I would like to say that I *got* this novel, and I think to an extent I do. I can appreciate what it is, and what the book is supposed to be, in that it is an introspective look at truth, humanity, identity and, of course, having a broken heart. There is a lot of witty dialogue (a lot of dialogue, full stop) that broaches all of these topics between our four main characters, two couples who are, at heart, deeply unhappy in their relationships. Due to the brevity of the book, and the reliance upon dialogue, however, these four characters remain underdeveloped. They might be speaking about deep facets of themselves, and about their relative truths, but in comparison to other books of this length - Of Mice and Men springs to mind - there is little about them that is memorable.
People have compared this to a Midsummer Night's Dream, a favourite Shakespeare play of mine, and whilst I see the comparison, these are not at all the same vibe. Two couples wandering around in a woodland and having realisations about themselves, whilst some vague mysticism plays out in the background, does not in any way compare to the chaos of the original play. If anything, it reminds me more of the poem The Listeners by Walter de la Mare - a space that is haunted by people unable to move on from their broken love.
Of the entire book, only one scene really stands out to me, and that is when 'Madame Sosostris' talks to the first three festival-goers. Those conversations are some damn good writing, and I feel like most people would resonate with at least one of them. I enjoy reading tarot cards, and it was fascinating to see which ones the author pulled upon (and invented, at times) to weave into the pasts and futures of the characters.
Perhaps I'm a cynic, but this feels like one of those books that was written with the purpose of being studied. Perhaps I shall change my mind in a decade or so and come back to this book with a newer, more profound understanding. Perhaps I'm still in the process of becoming someone who would rate this book five stars. Who knows.
Tl;dr: Witty, philosophical book closer to The Listeners than Midsummer Night's Dream - not my personal cup of tea, but others will enjoy it. 3 stars.