A review by egoenner
Enon by Paul Harding

2.0

This book started really strong; I was engrossed immediately. About half-way through, though, I became annoyed with the main character, with his self-indulgence and the endlessness of his self-pitying grief. I suppose Harding did that on purpose, so the tedium of reading echoed the tedium of reading, but it wasn't enough to sustain my interest.