Entertaining. Depressing. Ponderous.
I have mixed feelings about this one. As a novel, it’s all over the place; not to mention, a bit bleak. The narrator, who is at times both endearing and annoying, gives the audience vignettes from his past that have thin links to where he might choose to spend eternity, which as the author explains in great detail is an anxiety driven affair.
Also, it could have done with a solid editing job. The author seemed to go for a minimalist approach, but then went into deep descriptions with philosophical underpinnings. The pacing was awkward and at times the author took a misstep on which tense he intended to use. One thing I noticed right away is that the narrator changes to address his audience every once and a while, which he then switches between verb tenses mid-sentence.
But, as far as indie reads go, it wasn't too bad and, despite its need for a bit of prudent editing, it was an engaging read. The intro pulled me in, and there were bits of humor that did make me chuckle.
One aspect of the novel that I did really like was the change from past to present; though as I mentioned above, at times he uses the wrong tense for the wrong chapter/paragraph.
Though forced and even plodding at times, I can see a newer generation of readers really resonating with the novel. There have been countless books written about protagonists dealing with alcoholism, love and existential angst. However, this book does an excellent job of fleshing out a real sense of ennui that comes from isolation and the hereditary element of fate/freewill.
As some other reviewers have stated, the book reads a bit like a lamentable Bukowski. However, I don't see this as a next best-seller, but rather the juvenilia of a nascent author whose talents are still budding.