I’m about 1/3 through and while certain passages will get me excited, as far as I can tell there’s really no plot whatsoever, which means there’s very little forward momentum. Which is okay, but it seems like 150+ pages is a bit long for that kind of thing.

My favorite passage so far is as follows (page 29):

The rain fell down in loose swirling skeins, the kind a child makes with string between his fingers. The string was black and fell tangled like a shadow of itself, dissolving into puddles that covered the Place Montparnasse in front of the station like backless mirrors from which the gray quicksilver of light still drained.