Status Updates From What We Can Know

I don’t know what it says about me that the characters are whiffing a bit repugnant - nope with a human frailty cover - where is the damn Corona already (yes, yes effing Scotland or the trash), and I can already see we’re going to forget the existence and cause of as well as the cure for scurvy for the eleventieth time. We are having record scratch-moments of elevated and juvenile story lines. Acid trip.

OK, put this book down months ago. Correction, a year ago that was drawn to it again so here we go one more time.