I did not like the rambling building of the book, the plot too classical, the ubiquitous and sometimes cartoonish sadism. Above all, the main character does not really appealed to me, I did not feel a lot of empathy for him.
The final twists are a bit disappointing, a little too easy to guess.
This is a detail but the choice to epigraphs to each of the thirty-five chapters (plus prologue and the epilogue to one) is quite painful, even laughable. There is no point. As one of my former professors, culture is like jam: the less you have, the more you spread.
Overall, it's pretty nice to read, sometimes funny, but I struggled to get involved in this reading beyond the first chapters.