The Sea, the Sea

Whew. I wasn't sure I was going to make it through this one; though I loved the language, sometimes the plot felt pretty soap-operatic. By the end, however, I became fascinated with the central character, especially the ways in which I felt a kinship with him–which, given that he's pretty much a complete asshat, is kind of embarrassing to admit. In the end, I think I will very often think of this book when ruminating on desire and grasping, and how they affect my life.