I was very happy to post this book as it was dry, dull, boring, wordy, and for the most part, pretentious. I'm hoping somebody requests this ASAP because I'm sure they have bought into the hype machine.
An endorsement by Marilynne Robinson on the front cover should have been ample warning for me. Her 'Housekeeping' still evokes a strong reaction in me whenever I see her name. By the end of that book I was wishing the main characters would jump off the railroad tressle into the lake - they didn't, unfortunately. But anyway - back to 'tinkers'. There was a dream-like quality to it that captures the final days and thoughts of an old man dying, of his father who suffered seizures and his grandfather who suffered dementia. The prose is good - there are some flashes of brilliance in there - but in general the whole composition with frequent long quotes from The Reasonable Horologist and the various Borealis passages just made it too disjointed to be really enjoyable. It was a good concept with some good content - I just didn't enjoy the way it was constructed.
Strange narrative. Strange dialog. Strange flashbacks. A most unusual book.
Half the book was rambling, philosophicle stream-of-consciousness, 1/3 of the book was long quotes from early 1900s articles about the inner workings of a clock, the other 1/3 of the book was a decent intertwined story about 2 paternal generations.
Started out loving the book, prose is beautifully written and story line interesting. Then.....went south from there. Did not finish the book, and would not recommend it to others.