Anyone mind if I start off? I finished this yesterday, and I have to agree with those who said it was a slog. However, the ending was better than I had feared. This has some elements in common with what I think of as "mainstream" fiction. Primarily, it deals with incredibly messed up people as its main characters. (After the first few chapters I felt like the book should be renamed: "Serial Killers and the women who love them.") I know that there are real people out there with exactly those kinds of problems, but they can't represent the majority. Now, it seems like some people think that if you don't write about really damaged people, you aren't being "deep" or "literary" or something. However, it is not really my cup of tea. Some people appreciate that more than others, I guess. The reason it was such a slow read for me was that I didn't care about the characters, so I didn't rush back to the book each time I put it down to find out what happened to them. In fact, I'd let it lie there and find bits of other things to read rather than find out what happened next. A couple of questions: What did Michael Kearny contribute to the whole Tate-Kearny thing? It seemed like he did absolutely nothing but run around, while Tate did all the work. And if he had to randomly keep running around the world and killing people to run away from his own personal demon, how on Earth did he ever keep a University job and earn money? Or during those years did he always manage to conveniently schedule his killing sprees during conference trips? Also, what was the point of always referring to sex using the F word? After a while it seemed juvenille, personally. Was it for shock value? Because casual sex isn't particularly shocking to anyone anymore. Anyway, I can see why people liked this book. While it isn't going on my favorites list, there were some really good things about it, particularly the visualizations, the leit motifs and the background descriptions. Also the language use (above quirk excepting) was excellent.