And me I had the hunger. And something that kept on turning. I tell you she was still burning. I don't know. A good half of the book consists of Johnny dreaming about the past, recalling broken images.
Snow reads like a maze, one true path but a thousand places to get sidetracked.
None of this confusion can be attributed to a lack of actual detail. Rappaport's descriptions are nothing if not too descriptive. You never know why Johnny is in the diner, but you know the tile is blue and the waitress is Spanish. There's no explanation as to why he's parked on Ocean Avenue, but he did park diagonally. We're not sure why he's in the back of the club, but we are certain the light bulbs are cream, not white.