I have a feeling that I don't really get this particular book. It is absurd to an extreme degree, with an overall ambience that feels like Alice in Wonderland crossed with 1984 and a Becket play. However, though I feel a little diminished to admit this, I just have no idea where it is going. There are definitely themes, for example individualism, reality, the nature of human relationships, fear of death, and the nature of social niceties. I suspect that the more I labor over the attempt to find meaning, the more I will like it. If nothing else it serves as an excellent template to project one's own existential crisis on. However, I find that a problem I often have with the absurd is especially magnified here. I can never quite decide whether the aspects I like are actually contained somewhere in the text or subtext, or if I'm giving the book undue credit for thoughts I happened to have on my own while trying to figure out what in the illogical world was even going on.