This book was not for me. I was drawn in by a retelling of the Menendez trial from the point of view of a journalist with his own personal life coloring his experience. However, this is a book about the main character, Hugo Bryne's, messy life and the bits of the trial that interest him. Hugo has no real long-term attachments, because he sucks. He has a wife that he visits occasionally, though their marriage is true on paper only, a son who barely stands him, and a smattering of friendly acquaintances that mostly put up with him as a transactional relationship. His one 'true' friendship he ends up torpedoing just to prove he is a good journalist and the truth matters over all else. The writing itself is poetic, but at times paired with Hugo's personality, it puts me at even more of an emotional remove from the story. At no point in the reading did I feel invested in Hugo as a character or any of the other character's in the story. Overall, I would not recommend this novel, unless a man ruminating on why his life has become this when it is all a consequence of his own actions, which he does not regret, is interesting to you.
Thank you to NetGalley for an eARC of this novel.