Jesse Kellerman's debut novel has been hypd excessively, but it simply doesn't deliver. The characters are dull and uninteresting; all the secondary characters, such as policemen, clerks, waitresses, officials, and ordinary people, are described the same way and portrayed as mendacious oafs, lazy, greedy and corrupt. Attempts at humor or insight are flat and dull. The writing strives to be fresh but is merely forced and klunky. ("They looked gutted, as though they'd been forced to chase a pile of laxatives with Drano martinis." p. 144) It gets tiresome, especially because the main characters plod their way through an unoriginal plot, full of pages and pages of droning flashbacks and tired narrative. The book desperately needs some sharp editing; editors are credited but they were asleep on the job. The length could be reduced by half without any loss and possibly some gain.
Overall, the story reads as though it came fresh out of a creative writing class, with the writer trying to press all the right buttons but unable to say anything fresh or original. Mr. Kellerman certainly has promise, but let him learn his craft better before inflicting another overblown "thriller" on the public.