“Adam Gordon is a brilliant, if highly unreliable, young American poet on a prestigious fellowship in Madrid, struggling to establish his sense of self and his relationship to art.” (from Amazon description)
This is a book about the state of modern art and its fatalistic, meaningless emphasis. Some readers think the character never recovers from the fatalistic, meaningless nature of modern art—which leaves him lost, depressed, addicted, and alone. Some think he experiences a transformation. How about you?