Even The Dogs by Jon McGregor
This book is relentless. It’s confusing and disjointed. It’s uncomfortable. It’s a dishrag that you simply can’t ring out. Every time you try there’s more, dripping away.
Expecting answers? It accuses us from the page. There are none. It would have been too easy to slip one or two in, to sweeten the pill for us, but there are none. That’s its secret power. That and the fact that in spite of the subject matter, in spite of the characters and their situation that is also like a dish rag that you can’t wring dry, I reached the end and felt…uplifted.
It’s not a nice book, but it is a very good book.
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