I bought this book after having read and heard rave reviews, including who compared him to "the conspiracy of fools" by John Kennedy Toole (which I absolutely loved). Initially, one can indeed find common ground between the two main characters (each original in its own way) but it stops there. The first pages have amused me, but that's about all.
In a probably different sensitivity than the other two people who have completed this book (as of August 28, 2014), or simply less subtle then everything I see in the events (and its perversions) Mailman well as symbolic transparent and mundane. And the end is the same barrel.
The author even managed the feat (for me) to make a rambling monotone life.
There is no breath here, and fortunately for him, the postman does his tour van.
