Narrated by the curmudgeonly Dr (of literature) James Darke, a man who represents himself as much older than his 60-something years, this is the story of a bereaved husband shutting himself away from the modern world. With only brief, snarky interactions with essential services, he ponders life, hates his neighbors and reminisces.
Warts and all...love and hatred...the difficult relationship with his daughter....the cancer that reduced the lithe and lovely Suzy to a wracked body craving death.
And a struggling, real-life-imperfect effort at resolution...
Darke is an entirely believable character (reminding me somewhat of my father). Literary writing, much to ponder, quite brilliant writing. ( )

Una noia totale. Lento. Solipsistico. ( )