Mostly unreadable stream-of-consciousness gibberish. The author uses so many big words you will spend your time checking the dictionary every 30 seconds. Somehow, the text improves in, say, the last 3 chapters, and the author drops the big words all of a sudden for no apparent reason. Perhaps he got tired of checking the dictionary himself and wondering which fancy words he should use next.

There's so much Spanish and other foreign languages here that you'd better finish the entire Spanish course in Duolingo before you even considering reading this book. Otherwise, the content has the appearance of constant stream-of-consciousness; meandering conversations that lead absolutely nowhere, boring background stories of the characters. 50 pages in you've probably lost concentration and interest, but I finished the whole beast.

The way the novel is written makes you lose track of what's going on and where. Shortly after you don't even care, least of all of the main character. I read this book in case it would be better than the movie experience I had of Under the Volcano roughly 18 years ago. I thought that perhaps I was too young to appreciate the movie. I can now positively say that the movie still stinks, and the book even more.