“Indifference” is, for the most part, a gripping read. Berg's narrative is spot-on in its laceration of our me-first culture. He spares no one – men, women, young, middle-aged, upper-middle class to dirt poor, they all get their turn.
The novel is basically a bunch of loosely connected stories. The veteran can probably be considered the main character, but there are numerous other characters that get plenty of scenes. The story jumps from viewpoint to viewpoint and moves through time as Berg delves into each person's fears, selfish desires, quirks, and fetishes. Most of the characters are self-absorbed scumbags, only stepping out from their grimy bubble when they're absolutely forced to. Any epiphanies they have come far too late to be of any use.
The prose is usually detailed without being dense. Berg is a careful observer, showing us things we see or consider every day but may not really think about. Even at its most outlandish and allegorical, there's a hard realism to the novel; this isn't something that's floated down to us from an Ivory Tower, but a piece of muck tossed from an open sewer.
I actually found myself chuckling as Berg roasted some of society's sacred cows. It was refreshing to see an author tackle subject matter that most people skirt around because it's “politically incorrect,” “mean-spirited,” or whatever.
There are some drawbacks, however. The plot is predictable; by the halfway point, you'll most likely know how each scene is going to end. I understand the point Berg is trying to make, but he could have thrown in some variation and still hammered home the idea.
I also thought the middle portion of the novel was lackluster. Berg throws a lot of craziness, violence, and filth onto the page, but it seems like he's just going wild for the sake of going wild. I preferred the relatively controlled (if that word even works for a novel of this type) scenes in the beginning and end of the story; these scenes really shine, with solid pacing and still plenty of acerbic social commentary.
Finally, I thought the dialogue was weak in some areas, and it was sometimes difficult to follow the thread of the narrative. I occasionally found myself wondering who did what to who or what had exactly happened to a particular character.
After reading this, I'm intrigued to see what Berg will do next. “Indifference” is already a thorough critique of modern society; what else is left to lambast? Berg says he's not going away, though, so I guess we'll just have to wait for the next bomb to drop.