No thank you.
I was barely tolerating a less than stimulating, somewhat standoffish protagonist for the sake of Cole's ability to turn a phrase, but then he decided to throw in a despicable act near the end, perhaps recognizing that his work was lacking a little spice, and then left it unacknowledged for the remainder of the text. I'm sure some literary glitterati view it as a 'stylistic choice' but I just found it underhanded and distasteful.
Somewhat of a natural transition to go from Cole's collection of essays (Known and Strange Things) to this work of fiction, as the narrative feels like a series of interlinked vignettes, not quite a short story collection. 2y
Insights into personal histories, and how world history has shaped people. 2y
Might have loved this more if it was framed up as journal entries in walks taken [turns out not enough of the story is framed that way to make it worthwhile]. 2y