Well, this was a roller coaster of a read. It starts off fairly banal, to the point where I almost gave up on it. We've got two white boys, one of whom (Carter) is more privileged than the average white boys, and is obsessed with tracking down rare blues recordings. This at first involves a whole lot of blues name-dropping which, if you're not an aficionado, makes for some pretty slow reading. Then there's a scene involving rich white people having a party, drugs, alcohol, blah blah blah. I confess that drug scenes in books make me nod off to sleep. I don't find them nearly as interesting as the writers do. At this point, I almost walked away.
But then something happens, and I was riveted back. And then--and then...well, I just don't know how to describe what happens next, especially without giving spoilers. Let's just say that there's a ghost song involved that both boys are chasing after, and eventually the ghost song, and its singer, are chasing the boys. Time becomes very fluid. Personas become very fluid. People flit in and out of other people's lives and histories. And then we learn things about the rich white people, very bad things. Very Bad Things.
I don't know, guys. I did finish it, and there were parts I liked, but the last third felt constructed somehow. It didn't flow for me. It was as if the author had put together a strict outline of what he wanted to accomplish, and then strained to make it work. Square peg, round hole, etc. It did make me want to spend more time listening to blues music, so there's that. But otherwise, the overall feeling the book left me with: Puzzled. I think I get what he was trying to do here. I'm just not sure that it worked or how it could be fixed.