Strikes me as a writer who dislikes women — or at least who glorifies writers and characters who dislike women, in a way that lacks personal interrogation or critique. There is a baseline criticism of the feminine at play throughout this book, a kind of unsettling sense of male superiority that is both overdone and uncompelling.
Those who enjoy one-dimensional characters may find something in this book, though the writing is prone to tropes, cliches, and self-aggrandizement. It would take a specific person to find themselves at home in this novel, one that I hope to steer clear of on and off the page. I would hope an author self-publishing their work would feel emboldened to create more nuanced, creative, and bold decisions on a character and plot level, rather than falling into predictable and worn devices. In short, not for me.