~I wouldn't call it the best book in the world, or the best book that I've ever read, but it is a book that I was glad I read by the end~
The synopsis sold the book to me. A man comes back home one day to find that he's faded, and every morning after that, he seems to fade more and more. I hardly needed to read further to know that I wanted to know what happened next.
The intro seemed promising, but halfway through the book, I realised I could not relate to the characters. Of course, we are all products of circumstance, and everyone's circumstances are almost always wildly different, but I like when a book makes me feel the characters' emotions, and places me in their skin. With The Fading Man, I felt like I was watching Vincent and Anna through a thick glass wall - an 'almost there' that muted their humanness and stopped me from empathising with their plight and their tired, everyday lives. Rather, I felt contempt at the way they handled things individually as well as between each other, and that put me off from thinking that this was a book I'd like.
I was disappointed perhaps because the synopsis built my expectations quite high. But, very fortunately, the way the book was written was engaging, even if the story didn't feel like it. The words flowed easily into one another, making me forget about how much time was passing while I was reading the book, and before I knew it, I was about 70% in. Also, fortunately, this was when things began to pick up the pace, and the story seemed to be going somewhere-maybe not towards a resolution (that was left to be seen), but somewhere that was interesting, amusing, and kept me holding on to the hopes I'd previously thought of discarding.
I could finally see the characters as human beings with their own dreams and hopes, ambitions and frustrations, and I would even say that this kept me hooked till The End, which I would probably best describe as feeling like the end of a 70's song - fading out to the peaceful silence that can only come with a feeling of satisfaction or contentment.
Like I said, I wouldn't call it my favourite book, but it is definitely one that I'm glad I read, even if it was the latter half that made me feel that way.