A review by zankzank
Enon by Paul Harding

2.0

I loved Harding's last, and first book, Tinkers. I was ready and willing to fall in love with Enon and anticipated his poetic prose greedily. But this book fell so absurdly short, in my eyes. The main character descends to a caricature of a a drug addict so quickly that I had no sense of who he was before the death of his daughter and his ascent out madness and back into control feels just as jarring. The minimal plot, watching the main character circle the drain with very little thought besides retelling of disjointed memories of his daughter and thoughts around his drug addiction, is languid. Hearing this as an audiobook read by the author made it all the worse I think; I had strangely so little empathy for the main character. Would not suggest this book...