I can sum up my feelings about the book by adding a subtitle: Women in Love, wherein the author over-analyzes every thought and feeling of his hysterical, neurotic, jaded, obnoxiously-opinionated characters.
I've never read a book where the characters had more internal dialogue, most of it second and third guessing of their previously held, but possibly never spoken opinions. I've never read a book where the characters feelings toward a subject changed so violently and quickly: back and forth, back and forth. The first edition of the book had 536 pages. Stripped of the (in my opinion) wild over-analysis of the characters' internal states, I'd bet it would have come in at 300.
On the plus side, the prose is pleasure on the tongue and ear. And some of the descriptions of feelings were exactly, 100%, resonant.
