Remainder

When I clicked “I'm finished” on this one, Goodreads said: “Error!” As in: that's not possible. Goodreads is correct. It is not possible to finish this book. This tedious-tedious detail-ridden madness of a book.
I did finish, however, because the first 60-70 pages had been such good writing. It had injected a hope in me that it will get better in the end, that the end will make sense again. It didn't.
I'm sorry, Mister McCarthy, but I don't even want to understand what you were trying to do there.
I was so bored.

My second Tom McCarthy, which confirmed the tentative opinion I'd formed after the first that Tom McCarthy might be a proper nutter. This is the brilliant but maddening story of a man who, with more money than sense perhaps, engages a team of enablers to help him re-enact, down to the minutest detail, inane events from his life. Completely bizarre. McCarthy's writing is brilliant, pin-sharp, and reminds us of the old adage that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Being a bit generous here because of the poignancy of the overarching theme.