Julius is a young psychiatrist who spends much of his time walking the city deep in his own thoughts, triggered by the things he sees while strolling. He sees so much, this is Manhattan after all, but he doesn’t seem to really see himself or confront how others see him and why. I think he may be the villain here.
This book has been much praised – and for good reason. It incites deep conversation; it has a unique languid tone that mirroring his ambling walks that, in turn, mirror how he seems to have ambled through life. As a work, it’s brilliant. As a person, I hate Julius. He revealed to be selfish and a bit pretentious, with a propensity to abandon projects and possessing not an ounce of self awareness.
2 out of 5 stars. I should probably rate it higher because it’s somewhat of a triumph of literature, but I was just too angry at Julius.
Pair with: strawberry mojito
Peaches to Apples 