Well, I... Shit. This is ambitious as fuck, in the fiction and existential department.
I don't like Roland, and I get that lofty ideals are useless from his position. But it's... He reminds me of that adage, the third part of which is that a man with only one reason to live is the most dangerous man in the world. His type of drive, his dogged pursuit, puts me in mind of a slow going bulldozer, and also of persistence hunting. All scary concepts. And his name, wasn't there an old poem...
It was dreary, and weird, and heart-breaking. And I'm puzzled and will continue reading.
This finishes my BLopoly double roll, and puts me almost halfway the 24 in 48 readathon.
The seven hour stretch was this book in almost one sitting. I had to take a break after Jake.
I'll roll again in a bit and maybe continue onto the next book. The neighbor is having a loud party with karaoke.