A review by baldingape
Open Door by Iosi Havilio

3.0

I don’t know what to say about this book....

There was an existential theme to it, I felt. A sort of endless stream of pointed meaningless.

If it were possible blacker and blacker clouds would have escaped the pages like ghosts. Or that’s how it felt to me.

The suffocating boredom with life that the unnamed narrator felt was clear to see, read and feel.

It reminded me of days, weeks, months, years that have gone by when my Depression has me gripped by the balls.

It’s an easy read in terms of how it’s written, but the content is not as easy to digest.

I’ve come away from this book not sure if I really enjoyed it or not. In fact that may be the pointless point of it?