His character, in the raw way Hannah describes it - “near vomitous with joy” - is not somebody one would quickly love to hang out with, but the reader is almost forced to acknowledge the honesty in his approach to life. There’s a brutal, raw directness to them. “Don’t take the cheap way out. Nobody is really… anything. Everybody is just a collision.”
There is no overwhelming urge in this story to see what happens next, no “whodunnit” feeling, but his character is intriguing in its disgust, its directness, that the reader is kept on a leash all through the pages.
