Tentatively 4 stars.
In my mind, I bounced back and forth between 3 and 4 stars as I read. I had 3-star "It's good, but why should I care?" moments and 4-star "Daaaaang this shit is legit" moments, and ultimately the latter won. I think.
Reggie is dead. Soren is in a coma. These are not spoilers, because the back of the book will tell you as much. The book isn't so much about them as it is about everyone around them; the majority of the main characters don't even know Reggie or Soren, but they come together in unexpected, inexplicable, and fascinating ways. The style is part magical realism, part stream of consciousness, and all loveliness.
We hear a little bit from Reggie, the dead guy. He's in a purgatorial rehearsal space, where unseen powers are encouraging him to write music again. His afterlife lyrics migrate to Cecilia's subconscious, and drive her a little crazy. She falls into a bizarre rebellious streak, but no, she's still a good person, guyz. Don't judge.
Cecilia's uncle is Mayor Cabrera, the undersexed widower overseeing a struggling hotel and the dying town of Lofte. His sections are always endearing, and you can't help but root for him.
Completely unrelated to Reggie et al., Dannie the cradle-robber is dating lil' Arn. Well, not really dating him so much as using him for his sperm. Their story is despairing, and even a little fucked up, and ultimately unresolved. Arn's back story doesn't serve a direct purpose in the narrative, but it is thought provoking.
Soren's father is little more than just that: Soren's father. He remains unnamed, defined by his unconscious son, and removed from happiness and vivacity. He is complacent. People walk into his life and walk right out again, and not a single fuck is given.
Most strikingly, there is a wolf. He is slowly gaining human rationality and understanding, and it is driving him to madness. Reggie's music calms him, but he finds it harder and harder to curtail his rage. The author's philosophical musings are largely communicated through this process, so I will let you discover them for yourselves in the actual book. I swear, they comprised the bulk of my 4-star-'wow'-moments-while-reading.
Oh, and there's also a gas station attendant. He likes his life, but wants to wander the desert for a while. Not entirely sure what to make of him.
These are the main characters, if you can even call them that. The characterization makes up the bulk of my 3-star moments. I just couldn't care about them. Sure, their thoughts and actions are visceral and interesting, and John Brandon's prose is simply DIVINE, but... eh. Okay, they're people. People + Wolf. Cool?
The other main 3-star moment: the ending. It was unsurprising, cliched, and a bit saccharine. Or at least, the part that had an ending; the bulk of the story lines seem conspicuously unresolved, which I found really engaging as a reader. I may not care about these people, but what happens to them (or doesn't happen) at the end of the novel brought my rating back to 4 stars. And it shall remain as such. For now.