You may remember my previous post about this book. Despite an intense desire to abandon it (not to mention the encouragement of my friends!), I soldiered on through. After a while, I actually got interested. Despite the difficulty of the stream-of-consciousness point of view (and the resulting obscurity of the plot), it was intriguing in a masochistic, train wreck way.
I kept thinking that Sammy the narrator was so unreliable and his viewpoint so skewed that there were revelations lurking around every corner. When the police suggested a theory about what Sammy might have been up to during his blackout, I perked up and began sifting his narrative for clues. I kept a sharp lookout for indications that he wasn't really blind at all, just pretending. I paid attention to hints that he was involved in some political activity bordering on violence, and that people really might be after him because of it. I tried to figure out if his girlfriend really had left him, or whether he'd murdered her during this blackout, or whether she existed only in his imagination. And I became more and more certain that there was going to be a stunning revelation at the end, when all the pieces would snick into place like the tumblers on a combination lock.
None of that happened. The book ended as obscurely as it began. There was no slam bang finish. There was a tiny, telling turn of phrase in the final sentence, but that's it. Very unsatisfying. Frankly, as Sammy might say, it doesnay seem worth it.