Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner's attempt at a novel reads like a cross between Sherwood Anderson and Don DeLillo. A flat, affectless prose is used in service of a story about a well-to-do New York family and a down-and-out construction worker. That the paths of these two factions will cross is inevitable, but the climax is a bit of a damp squib. This is a very short novel, really more a long short story with four characters, easily and pleasantly read and then forgotten.
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