This essa is the retelling of a talente an named Clay who is a survivor of multiple apocalyptic events that collectively end the world…sort of.
There were elements of this memoir that reminded me of Jay McInerney 's masterful " Bright Lights, Big City. " This narrator seemed to completely disconnect himself from the ruin of his life, like the main protagonist of Bright Lights.
Clay 's voice has McInerney 's disconnect from his circumstances, but when it comes to describing the action around him, the uthor ’ s gift for description falls flat.
Healed, in time for more torture scenes by a mysteriou " government " whose motives made no sense to me.Maybe I 'm just getting old, but I would have much rather heard the sound of the gunshot, felt the pain, had more description of the scape and the action, more clear motives for survival, more real connection between characters ...
and a lot ess " ironic cleverness. " I would have liked to be clearer about who the " enemie " was and exactly why Clay and the others were being pursued and tortured—rather than pages of wry, hipster conversations with God and Death.
Perhaps all that proves is that I am not a hipster.I didn ’ t get these characters at all—I thought they were immature and rather unlikeable -- but I still read The Last Human through to the beginnin.