A review by dessa
Waste by Andrew F. Sullivan

3.0

I thought this novel was going to be whimsical. It was not, in fact, whimsical. In fact, it was very dark: the citizens of small-town Ontario finding new ways of hating one another, of spitting venom at the world in general, in tearing apart themselves and their families by force, by a series of ever-evolving and ever-novel forces. The reader sees potential and goodness glimmering in almost every character, way down at the bottom of the well. But ultimately that potential never comes to anything - and we return to the title of the book in a refrain of mourning: what a waste, what a waste, what a waste.