The Surface of Earth Book

Two hundred twenty-two pages into this book of 491 pages, I found myself opting to watch a Yankees game (I hate baseball) rather than subject myself to any more of Price's bilious, tedious writing style. Price attempts to delve into the depths of his three main characters who are each tormented with abandonment issue. The problem is there is NO depth to these shallow characters, and as tadpoles, they never transform into frogs but just wither in the shallow waters. At one point I envisioned Price chuckling maniacally as he came up with yet another meaningless, nonsensical retort summing up a two-page paragraph of rambling exploration of inner feelings. My overall impression is that Price was writing simply to hear himself write a paean of self-adulation.