About this deal
Strange cults pop up, children are acting oddly, and everyone starts going on about Paul's book he is currently writing, Nod (yep, the same title as the book).
A harsh insomnia overthrows the daily grind, replacing it with a hazed infused horror fun-house that strips the characters down to their basic need to just survive. I can withstand the odd "fuck" here and there but when it's on every other page it starts to grate a bit. The book ends with a poignant footnote/essay where the author shares that around the same time that the book came out he was diagnosed with a terminal and swift-acting cancer of the brain.Meaning the ensuing half-a-chapter about how she and the protagonist had first met and what they were like together and blah blah blah was utterly pointless. Actually while it could easily have gone that way it turns more toward the navel-gazing, deconstruction of personality, relationships and society. It's such an out of body experience to read it and I really want to know if others enjoyed it, their thoughts, just wanna discuss it. Bir sabah insanlar evlerinden ayrılıp güne başladıklarında fark ediyorlar ki; o gece dünya üzerinde hiçbir insan (en azından biri hariç) uyuyamamış. A rather vicious strain of insomnia unravels things and this encourages all of the aforementioned contemplation of the collective belly-button.
I was desiring to read a thrilling and horrifying tale depicting the eventual breakdown of mind and body, community and society.This is one of those dystopias so incredibly realistic in concept that it's hard to forget it isn't happening; also, having had a baby that didn't sleep through for 14 months, my idea of pure hell.