Before anyone reads it, the first question is always, “What is it about?” Afterward it becomes, “How much of it is true?”
What is it about?
That’s the harder of the two to answer without giving away too much. The novel is a psychological suspense thriller at heart, written in the form of a fictional autobiography. The book follows the narrator as he explores his lifelong struggle with insomnia and the meaning of human existence. The narrator’s crippling fear of infinity and the unknown boundaries of space and time fracture his grip on reality as the reader is pulled along down his path of self discovery, unlocking suppressed memories that may hold the key to his fears and answer the question of, “What is the meaning of life?”
Giving any more clues to what the book is about would ruin the experience.
If you appreciate the work of Chuck Palahniuk (“Survivor”, “Fight Club”), Kurt Vonnegut (“Slaughterhouse-Five”, “Timequake”) or Dean Koontz (“Odd Thomas”, “Life Expectancy”) you’ll likely enjoy this book.
How much of it is true?
I take back what I said earlier about this being the easier question to address. The simple answer is “enough”. The book takes the actual events and struggles of my life and puts meaning to them where none could be found. It takes the darkest of my fears and explores the possibilities that frighten me most. It puts into words the moments of my life that have defined, inspired, changed, stifled and plagued me throughout my tenure as a cast member in the play of life. That said, because of the nature of the novel, the main character needed to be a pretentious, overconfident headcase and kind of a dick. Oh, and maybe a little bit schizophrenic... The lines of truth more than blurry.
Enjoy the show.