A review by nikki_rgs
The Infinities by John Banville

2.0

Just. What was the point? Everyone is exactly the same at the beginning as they are at the end. There is no plot, so to speak. POV switches inexplicably. The only reason I kept reading was because the prose was beautiful in some parts (when it wasn't over-the-top), and I kept thinking, "well maybe there's hope." Then it got so pretentious and highfalutin that I began to personify it as guy who wears a fedora and says "m'lady." My parting thought was "who cares?"