I WAS WOKEN UP BY BRIGHT LIGHTS COMING ON. THE PRISON had no windows. Day and night were created by electricity. At seven o’clock the building was suddenly flooded with light. No dawn or soft twilight. Just circuit breakers thrown shut at seven.
There's something about the rhythm and cadence of the language in this book that is captivating. It's a bit like a film noir detective story. Short simple sentences, uncomplicated observations that themselves tell the story, and at the same time reveal the protagonist's personality.
