katenetz 's review for:

4.0

After waiting for the story to really start for about 50 pages I realized that there was no real plot and the story was never going to "start." Then I started enjoying the strange, slow, twisted disillusionment of what must be the most clueless man in the history of literature. But I loved the uniquely British reticence, the strict and brutally heartless "passions," and Ford's bizarrely pretentious penname. What a thoroughly strange book.