This was such a waste of not reading A Tyranny of Queens (which turned up in the mail about 10 minutes after I started this, but I figured I could read it afterwards and this wasn't that long and, anyway, how bad could it be?)

This could have been an interesting book. The things it does with memory and accountability and the future are there, somewhere, in the background, but the main character is neither likable nor interesting--come on, dude, give me ONE of the two--so there's no narrative drive to the book. I don't care. I don't care about his suffering and my resentment for having to pay attention to him made me not care about anyone else either. Interesting premise, but the mud-blob that is the main character cast enough of a pall over the rest of it that I just could not bring myself to care about anyone or thing.