Yes, I did enjoy the how — how skillfully these stories are written, how smooth the prose is, how masterfully Singer draws the reader into his world. His storytelling style is undeniably strong, and I definitely got a few new perspectives and some interesting insights.
But I really struggled with the what and why. The themes felt narrow, rooted in a very specific cultural and ideological framework that didn’t attempt to speak beyond its own boundaries. These stories seem written for a small circle of insiders, not for a broader, universal audience.
Even more troubling, for me, was Singer’s portrayal of women. His descriptions often focus excessively on their physical appearance, and his characters (both male and female) are frequently depicted through a lens that felt uncomfortable, even demeaning. His relationship with women, at least as it comes across on the page (but apparently in real life as well), is deeply problematic in my opinion.
I was also put off by the way Singer writes about himself; there's a sense of inflated importance that runs through many of the stories. In quite a few of them, I struggled to find any real moral depth or meaningful message. At times, the stories felt more like exercises in self-indulgence than thoughtful storytelling.
While I appreciate the literary craft, I can't say I enjoyed this book overall.