This feels very man-written, specifically it feels written by a man of a certain generation grappling with a mid-life crisis. Powers is a fair bit younger than the writers I usually associate with this style (Updike, Mailer), but he pulls it off well, by which I mean his narrator is so absorbed with his own worldview and unexamined emotions, he can't parse the reality others are living. He goes about cluelessly but with feigned confidence.