His novels never end happily, but it never stops me from reading them. I have read no truer depictions of the strengths and frailties of the human condition. ....So who cares if for the rest of the day, once the book is finished, I may want to run the bath water and slit my wrists. Tomorrow I will be better from having read a Cunningham novel.

With his gift for words, for painting a story of many layers, The author has given us, the readers, a treasure of true beauty.

Contrived, Undeveloped and generally unlikeable

Beautifully felt and written.