I couldn't bring myself to read more than a few chapters of this, so to be fair, I'm not qualified to write a proper review. Maybe it gets better later on, although that would require a complete overhaul of the plot and style, so I doubt it. All I can say is that this is one of the worst books I have ever had the displeasure of attempting to read. The narrative is awful, both because it's poorly written (traffic so bad it 'makes you want to join the Taliban'? A play being described as a 'hunk of shit', etc) and because James comes across as a horrible person, stupid, self-obsessed and sexist. The last line of the book's blurb informs us that 'the haunting of James Hastings might just be the end of him'; I wonder why the hell anyone would care? Definitely one to avoid.