After accidentally breaking up with his girlfriend and quitting his job, Bill needs to figure a few things out. But it’s not that easy.
There are a lot of good things about this book. Humour, for one; the dark humour that works beautifully for a character who is gradually drifting down into the abyss. At times, I felt that the jokes were perhaps pushed a little far and that I really wanted to get on with the plot, but they were definitely funny. I quite liked Bill; well not necessarily liked, but I understood them. I understood the self-sabotage and the bad mistakes and the ill-fitting logic that he used to justify them.
I wonder how others read this book; particularly men. I saw John Weldon on a panel at the Melbourne Writers Festival, and he said that he’d had trouble getting published as it is a fictional book about men and life, and that publishers believe that there is no audience for this type of novel. I do wonder about this. Is there an audience for a book like this, and if so, who are they?
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