Like Cormac McCarthy and Faulkner, Harding is a wizard with words. Especially as he writes in the voice of the epileptic grandfather, the flow of the words is mesmerizing. But I thought the story line not too meaty. Kind of like Obama's Peace Prize: wondrous talents, but where the beef?
There were portions of this book that I LOVED. George, his father Howard and Howard's father--their stories were fantastic and made the book worth reading. In particular, I really enjoyed reading about Howard and his cart and the hermit named Gilbert. In that story I found beautiful writing. If only the rest of the book followed along those lines.
Where I got lost was in the prose that seemed way overdone. When one sentence lasts a full page, and skips from topic to topic, with commas and parenthesis, etc., it is nearly impossible to follow. I would read and re-read, only to come to the understanding that the entire passage was unnecessary to the story. It seemed like nonsense rambling.
What an interesting book! It's about life, family, friends, what's philosophically important to the key character and epilepsy. Quite good, really, but don't read it without taking time to reflect on the messages. It's so thought provoking.