I am glad I came back to this after abandoning it in September. I can’t tell if the plot (or my enjoyment of it) was greatly helped by the introduction of a love affair or if I just needed fresh eyes, but I enjoyed the tail end of this book. Frank, deeply (psychologically) Midwestern: the humble getting-on-with-it of a mundane (but not unrewarding) life. The kind of book I think I would enjoy more if I come back to it in the “autumn” of my life, if you will, or perhaps in a greater state of disillusionment and futility