Jonathan Abernathy...
you are kind.
You are loved.
You are a valued member of this community.
That's what Jonathan Abernathy, all of 25 years, tells himself whenever he is filled with doubt and insecurity. Just like you and me, he repeats affirmations to himself, to brainwash himself into believing that he's good enough, and he has what it takes to get through life without falling apart.
Except that it doesn't do much to help him erase his crushing student loan debt and his bleak employment prospects. He has nobody who loves him, and no friends either. The future looks bleak.
The one night, he is visited in his dreams by two people in suits, who offer him a job. He will have to audit people's dreams, and remove the stressors or irritants to the dreamer in these dreams. This will result in happier and less stressful dreamers, ensuring better sleep, and when they are well-rested, this will enhance their performance at work. Happier people are just likely to make more money.
Abernathy is under the illusion, like all corporate minions are, that hard work and determination will help him climb up the ladder. His boss, Kai, just rolls her eyes at him and enlightens him that he's not on his way to achieving The Great American Dream, but rather, he's just a disposable cog in the wheel of government-sponsored indentured servitude.
Abernathy will struggle to clear his debt, struggle to earn enough to be able to afford groceries and pay his bills, he will form bonds and relationships, but struggle to maintain them. Abernathy will struggle to find meaning and balance in life, but he will fail. Abernathy will try, he will try, try and try some more, but in the end, what will it all be worth? Oooof. All a bit too bleak for me.
I know good writers give the reader a lot to think about and be enlightened by, but the writing just confounded me at times. Which is not to say that the writing was bad, just obscure, like the dreams that Abernathy often found himself in. Maybe that was the point? But as a reader, I don't enjoy being frustrated by the style of writing.
Apart from everything that actually happens, the reader is subjected to what could have happened, what should have happened, what Abernathy meant to say but didn't, what he wanted to say but actually said instead, and on and on. It gets a bit exhausting to read about everything that goes on in the mind of someone who lives in his own head so much.
At many times during (and also by the end of) this book, I felt like, 'Am I dumb? Why can't I understand EVERYTHING that's going on in this story? What is this part supposed to mean?' but I'm not beating myself up about it. Experience, context and exposure are very important elements when it comes down to the interpretation of the themes and meaning of a book, and it's okay that this didn't touch my heart and mind in places that it has for other people.
The audio narration by MacLeod Andrews is outstanding, and perhaps, if it hadn't been for his narration, that is to say, if I had been reading the book instead of listening to him narrate it, I might have abandoned it midway. Again, it's not because it's a bad book, it's just about how I relate to it (or don't). Not every book is meant for everybody.
Thank you to Netgalley and Spotify Audiobooks for the ARC of this title in return for my honest review.