One of my favorite novels is Dos Passos’ ‘Manhattan Transfer’. That book was structured very much like (then) modern art – it was disjointed, characters melted in and out of the story, there was not a single, strong narrative but rather a mood to the story. It was jazz.

This book feels like the first notes of that modern movement. This could almost be a stage play too; it’s hardly a novel.

It’s engrossing.