I was given a free copy of this book for an honest review, and here it is. It’s monotonically boring. It’s 340 pages of someone’s stream of thought with nothing going on in terms of plot. I mean, stuff happen but they don’t matter as they are mentioned for a few lines before the protagonist lashes out a hundred thousand word rambling about stuff.
So what exactly is going on with the premise, you might ask. There is this guy working for the Men in Black basically, going around and making up lies for covering up truths that governments and religions do not like. Which he does rather casually before he goes back to thinking about random conspiracy theories with no clear connection to each other. Some include apple pie flavored condoms, turbulences are just the pilots having fun, and making any show you like in a hospital.
Yes, there is a theme, but there is no sense of continuity, or transition from one thing to another. Also, no dialogues, or interesting characters. Even the Catcher in the Rye had more sense of connection to what was going on in the daily life of a spoiled brat, despite coming down to the inner thoughts of a jerk.
First person narration through inner monologues can only get you this far before it starts to get tiresome. It needed more variety, such as more points of view, or dialogues with others. Without challenging the beliefs of the protagonist through his interaction with others, it’s just naval gazing.
Although you gradually learn more about the protagonist and his job, you are given no incentive to care about any of that. Yeah, ok, people with power spread lies and cover up events. What about it can be engaging for 340 pages without some conflict or tension to keep you interested? There is no long term objective for what the protagonist is supposed to do, besides short term missions of faking and hoaxing. It’s just him constantly telling you everything is the truth they want you to believe.
The book was published in the wrong timeframe. Just like Catcher in the Rye became a sensation for the time it came out, the Miracle Adjuster would better fit a time when conspiracy theories are a fad, like during the X-files era, or the DaVinci Code craze. Today, conspiracies are a joke thus the book doesn’t hook anyone.
It’s basically self-indulgence for people who love to talk about themselves. If you bother to read the other reviews, you will gasp at how many are not talking about the book, they are talking about irrelevant crap they did.
“So I was reading this book and then ate a hamburger, MAN WHY DOES THIS REMIND ME OF MYSELF? COULD IT BE BECAUSE I WAS WRITING ABOUT MYSELF INSTEAD OF THE BOOK?”
Because down to it, that’s what the book is inflicting upon the reader. The urge to talk about himself instead of the actual book. And that is what fools him to think it’s relatable. The exact same thing which made light novels such as “The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi” and “Oregairu” so famous. Everything is criticized from the perspective of the protagonist, and since he is never challenged or questioned, the audience has the urge to talk about themselves and find that relatable. It’s all about ME-ME-ME-ME. Naval-gazing. Not exactly a creditable positive.
Oh, and I guess I have to add how it’s supposed to be funny in a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy type of deal, only it gets tiresome very fast because it’s basically one joke throughout the whole book with nothing to interrupt it for some much needed variety. Not recommended.