Kudos is the final part of a trilogy by Rachel Cusk, and in the end, I wish I'd stopped after the first book, Outline. But no, after reading and liking the first (so who could blame me?), I went on to Transit, which I didn't like quite as well. Still, that didn't deter me.
Like the other books, this one has Faye, the first-person narrator, encountering various and sundry people who all seem to feel compelled to tell her all kinds of things about her life. Unfortunately, in this book she's en route to a literary conference, and perhaps it's no surprise that the people she meets are insufferable navel-gazers.
Worse, nearly every voice in this book sounds exactly the same. I struggled to keep track of who was telling Faye a story, or care. It's entirely possible that part of my dislike of the book is the times we live in now. I write this a week after our president took sides with Putin over the US and its intelligence agencies, and a day after said president sent an all-caps tweet threatening Iran with dire consequences. Somehow reading long, monotonous monologues about various self-epiphanies that aren't of much consequence to anyone but the person having them just seems petty.
So, possibly wrong time/wrong book syndrome.