Ratings127
Average rating4
Like Herman Melville, I thought John Irving was a srs bsns author and I wouldn't want to read anything he wrote, and like Melville, I was wrong. This book, at least, reads a lot like Vonnegut with the wackiness turned down. The beginning was great and the ending was very satisfying (by making the book better than the sum of its parts), but maybe the 2nd quarter was not my taste, and I almost stopped reading, but I'm glad I didn't.