Minor in Possession (J. P. Beaumont Series #8) Book

I can't deny that JM Coetzee is indeed a talented writer. Clear, concise, exacting prose. And duh, he did win the Nobel Prize after all. But I don't think this one is the one read. ("Disgrace" probably is.) What starts out as a quite conventional story soon morphs into something bordering on ludicrous. Is it magical realism? A darkly comedic satire on death vs. consciousness? Or just a novelist indulging in not having to adhere to any chosen path or structure? And not bothering to answer some key questions about certain characters? As a mediation on aging, intimacy and mortality, it excels. As a "novel", it fails to deliver a coherent narrative. And soon becomes tedious. If it weren't so short and a fast read, I probably would've tossed it aside.