I was a little disappointed by The Dutch Wife.
The first section of the book was tense and taut and riveting, filled with undercurrents of emotion and mystery.

Then it just got weird for a while, looser, more superficial, and at last tied up in a bizarre sort of … I don’t know, craziness?

I’m a little tired of the apocryphal narrator framing device, too. I mean, didn’t Life of Pi sort of entirely capture that field?