I picked up this book because it was written by Alex Garland and after enjoying The Beach and The Tesseract I had high hopes for this story. Unfortunately for me, I should have kept my hopes low.
Without giving too much away, as you might deduce from the title of the book, the story focuses on a coma patient and all the thoughts and ideas that come with being in a coma. I’m not sure what I was expecting to be honest with you, but whatever it was, this wasn’t it.
What I wanted was more of a story. What I got was more of an unofficial biography of the person lying in the coma. Which I suppose is what Garland was aiming for when he wrote the book. Trouble is, I was expecting a story. Only I didn’t get one.
So is it fair for me to dislike this book when really, it is my expectations that are out of whack with what the story actually delivered? No, probably not. But then again, life isn’t fair. Sorry Alex. Better luck next time.