Trinity is one of those rare books in which the act of reading seems to conjure the printed words that lay on the forthcoming pages.
Always ethereal in its depictions of the mundane and commonplace interactions or conversations that one would remember 20 years down the line; each and every character seems to take a small imprint of the other that shades them in such a way that the reader is meant to understand they are fundamentally changed for it.
Even the ones that die.
Always grounded in its dealings with the metaphysical, humor always seems to be within the grasp of the characters who are finding themselves at the footsteps of a "new" person: irony, wordplay, satire, every word cuts because, above all else, both the main characters and novel are sincere.
Yes there is a LOT of violence and death but it never feels unnecessary or gratuitous. In fact each violent act is resultant simply because one brings it upon themselves because of transgressions and the inability to be honest with oneself. This simple relationship between cause and effect is what transforms the violence from the realm of the literal to one that is much more symbolic in nature, and that is the difference.
The violence in the story exists because the characters cannot afford to lie to themselves about their nature and the nature of dogmatic belief and the destruction it brings about.
I know the writing style wont be to everyone's taste and at times may read like a "script" but if one simply considers the format of poetry and looks at this novel from that lens, akin for me at least to Denis Johnson's "Train Dreams" in soooo many ways, and maybe just go with the sparse nature of this neo-noir, existential, metaphysical mystery of the self; then I truly believe you may just find yourself reading late into the night.
Easy to follow, it is by no means an easy book but worth the read in every way. It left me feeling much the same way that "Blood Meridian" left me feeling in the end.
o_0 wow...