I was SOOOO in to this book for the first half. It was fascinating and there was a ton of potential. Then it got in to quantum physics and pyschology and philosophy and I found myself thinking: If I WANted to learn this stuff I wouldn’t be reading a fiction novel. It’s like the author is so pround (or just cocky) about knowing this stuff that she had to ramble on about it.

I found the ending disappointing too.

It was an interesting book, but it felt more like three almost entirely separate stories. Intro, text book, strange end.

I love this book. It was packed full of intrigue, theoretical physics, philosophy, and mice. “The End of Mr. Y” has bumped “Popco” as my favorite Scarlett Thomas book yet. In her previous books I had taken issue with her endings which I felt were a bit weak, but not so here. Well done, Scarlett! Thanks for writing smart fiction. My head still hurts from being wrapped around the concepts in the book. Youch!