It’s been a long time since I last abandoned a book. But I couldn’t get any enjoyment out of this one and in the week I occupied myself with this one, I rather chose to do something else in the time I usually spend with books. I progressed about 60-70 pages, in a week. It’s just too depressing, too complex, too not enjoyable. I get it, it’s about losing oneself, going down, drinking in excess ending with death what you know from the start. I have two issues with that. First, it hits too close to home with a family member suffering a similar fate. That’s why I took this from my to-read list shortly after buying it. Now that this family member has died, I chose to give it a try. In comes issue number two. It’s far too heavy-handed and personal. Lowry writes about Lowry. Too much special interest here.