The Third Policeman (1967) by Flann O'Brien. Dante's Inferno meets Bierce's "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" meets Joyce's "The Dead." But with bicycles and ripples in space-time and Irish policemen. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. It wasn't bad but it also wasn't really my cup of tea. I've started it and failed to finish it four times prior over a period of a decade, so finishing it was something to celebrate.
It shares a tone with The Wasp Factory, which is why I decided on another attempt at reading it. And, as stated above: it is finished.
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