Eggers delivers once again. Not as funny as his previous works. This story shows an older, more mature side of Eggers, provoking great questions and ideas. A really lovely piece of work. The main character still occasionally haunts my thoughts.
What are we working for?
What are we achieving?
Is it all for naught?
Relationships matter. Little else does.
Everything else is just a hologram. Here one minute, so real as if you can reach out and touch it. Just another of life's near misses the next minute.
Love Eggars. Not my favorite of his works though.
I think I get it, just wasn't that into it.
I love Dave Eggars, but this book disappointed me. The main character is a sad, unfeeling middle-aged guy, who seems to relate to people inwardly but can't make connections. His work is essentially empty and meaningless, his personal and financial life is in a shambles, and he seems to fail at just about everything. So he finds himself, appropriately enough, in the middle of a desert, where nothing really ever happens. He gets momentarily exhilarated by things like strong liquor and guns, and has brief sensations of being alive when he looks at the sea or a woman's breasts, but it never goes anywhere from there. His only real lifeline seems to be to his daughter, whom he has let down. So all in all, the book is a downer. The narrator is very good, although he reads almost every sentence with the same inflection.
A slow and somewhat painful story of a depressed man who clings to the tiniest shred of hope to pull himself out of the mess he believes he has made of his life. He is tortured by his many perceived failures as a son, husband and father. He frequently ruminates on the banality of his existence. He pulls at any threads he believes might change his plight, but it continues to unravel...
It could have had a story, plot and other essentials of writing fiction
Overall, a terrible write
Too histrionic about nothing
Basically there were only 2 characters
It won the rating on my huge list to "absolute bottom".
Save your money
Nothing happens to this depressed, pitiful main character. The book has a point about our current world, but listening to it is like watching proverbial paint dry. "Zeitoun" by the same author was a wonderful book to listen to, so when my friend recommended this book after reading it, I was eagerly looking forward to it. I could barely finish it.
I love to be read to!
No. No. A male narrator should not imitate female voices. I thought I was listening to Austin Powers coming up with new characters.
Written a much better story. What a waste. I have enjoyed his other books.
Too many to even get into. This story was off the rails pretty soon.
BAD BAD BAd
I enjoyed Zeitoun and was anxious to have Eggars describe Saudi Arabia. However, I never developed any empathy for Alan or his team of three. His liaison with his doctor was contrived. The narrator's breathy voice had little variation. Who got the contract? - no surprise here either. But I didn't care.