I just started reading book yesturday and could not put it down, afraid I would miss a great love sene or a horrific happening. Well to my disappointment there was neither.
For some reason I do feel very sorry for the narrator, but quite the oppposite for his wife. She chose him knowing what he was and almost accepting him for just that. I'm only half way through the book and have yet to feel any real animosity towards him. He is pompous and selfish, but I don't hate him for this (he is from a different era after all). I only wish that the author would give Etna Bliss a "persenality",so at least I could feel something for her. Instead I'm left with thinking of her only as a night mare of his reality.
I finished the book this morning and can finally say with out hesitation "this story wore me out". It is one of the most depressing books I've read in a long time. I was happy to finish it and will not read again.
I recommend this book to the person who enjoys desperation accompanied by missery.