Turns out I have a lot to say about this book, which is weird because there’s not a lot here.
I appreciated the non-neurotypical characters. It was compelling and interesting. For a while. But the book went very slowly, very very slowly. I felt it had to be over soon, and I realized I was barely more than halfway through. Like damn.
The first main character, Warren, was kind of an anti-Mary Sue. He did everything wrong. Everything. I don’t understand how this person achieved a doctorate. He is completely unable to function when dealing with other people. His mind wanders to the extreme, even when alone. And this person … was a middle school teacher? Had a PhD? How? It doesn’t seem any accommodations were made for him, from what I could tell, he was a good student and just got a PhD. As you do when you have extreme mental illness/neurodivergence and no financial assistance.
What I found frustrating with Warren is that he did everything wrong because he is mentally ill and/or neurodivergent (I think it’s mainly the latter but his specific issues were never spelled out), not really because of his personality (as much as he had one). Anything he could do, anything at all, he would do wrong because of his mental issues. If Warren should tell the truth, he lied. If he should lie, he tells the truth. If he should go somewhere, it was the wrong place. If he doesn’t go somewhere, that’s pretty sus too.
I don’t expect him to be a genius because he’s autistic, I’m aware that fictional trope is ridiculous. But I expect him to have a general understanding of cause and effect at the level of the spectrum he supposedly is on, considering he’s a PhD and a teacher. How does he ever convey information with this compulsive lying he randomly does, or the inverse truth telling he also randomly does. Who knows why he does anything, certainly not himself. Or the reader.
It was really wild. Like if he had evidence, he hid it. If he could clarify something, he would obscure it. Any possible way on god’s green earth he could fuck up, he did. Because he’s autistic or OCD or whatever. I found it an insulting depiction.
And almost everyone disliked him. Because of his strangeness, I suppose. And because the person was killed in his in his backyard, he was the suspect? The book was like a washed out version of The Outsider. Not like trying to copy it, but as if the author had the same notion for a plot but their execution wasn’t quite as crisp as Camus.
Also, people know autism exists now. But not the people in this book. None of them have ever heard of it, as far as I can tell.
The other narrator was less aggravating. I found them quite entertaining for a while. Ironically, much easier to empathize with. Eventually they got a bit tedious too. Pretty angsty for a sociopath, but hey, I don’t know the mind of sociopaths.
The main sin of this book, to me, was how simple-minded everyone was, whether their character was smart or dumb. Truly, the inability to understand cause and effect wasn’t limited to Warren. The secondary characters were flat, and the primary characters were fairly extreme depictions of mental illness (though they somehow dealt perfectly well with society up until the moment the book started).
Also, if the core of a novel is change, and plot is types of change, one could argue this book had no plot. Because the whole point seemed to be nothing changed. No one changed. We have status quo, a bump, and then return to status quo. So.
I liked it a lot in the beginning. But the longer it went on, the more insensibly incompetent Warren was, the more vapid every secondary character was, the more tedious the book became. I considered not finishing it several times, but in the end, I was curious if all this frustrating mess was on purpose and would pull together into some satisfying cat’s cradle. It did not.
P.S. People need to stop calling every novel with a murder in it a “thriller”. This wasn’t a thriller in any way.