The Son of Man

The language is odd with some interesting word choices peppered throughout, I don't know if that's the translator or the writer. It's a distinct style of writing that I warmed a little more too as it went along.

But the first half is sooooo dull, if I hadn't a book club schedule to stick to I don't know if I would've pushed through. Then it gets to the second half and it's weird to say it gets better since it just gets so damn depressing, but it's definitely more engaging.

This book plays with the reader brilliantly, lulling you into a false sense of vague discomfort but not outright alarm, so when it takes a turn into bleaker territory (and sweet mother does it get bleak) you're left to reflect on the fact you didn't see it coming from the start.

Men, am I right?