Dribble. I am typing words on a keyboard. Funny, it's a QWERTY keyboard that has lots of letters on it that when one presses while thinking random thoughts might describe a trip to the grocery store or the restroom or what ever dribble may be in someone's head at any given moment. This is what this "masterfully crafted" book was to me. If reading this book was getting into someone's mind, I could not get it out of sight and out of mind fast enough. End of Dribble.
We are asked to believe that the detective, on the basis of having a cup of coffee with his client (the soon to be murderer of her husband), is permanently committed to the woman. We leave the book with no understanding of why the woman murdered the husband nor why the detective fell so in love with her.
I might give him a try, because the writing itself was very good.
After an initial interest, I lost track and did not care what happened to the characters. The stream of unconsciousness simply turned into too many words and too much self-absorption. I agree with the reviewer who said that fast-forwarding an hour would not change anything. Would return if possible. Not worth the effort to listen. Only good for those who believe that endless discussion can resolve anything.