To show my opinion of this book most clearly, allow me to express my thoughts as I thought them as I read. Like so:
(Beginning of book): Hmmmm, interesting. Slow beginning, but I get the point. Poets arguing about anarchy in a clean neighborhood. Ahh, so the red head is the main character. Got it.
(Soon after): So…. awesome anarchy club under a rundown pub. Two poets still arguing about anarchy.
(Then): So the main character isn’t the redhead. It’s the other bloke. Got it. And he’s Thursday. Well, now the title makes sense.
(An hour later): So the Council of European Anarchists is made of seven people, each named after the days of the week. Clever. Bet the fat guy, Sunday, is the police chief in the dark.
(Three hours later): So none of the other members of the council are actually anarchists. All undercover cops. Saw it coming after the first two were revealed. Didn’t I read about a twist at the end? Bet Sunday is a policeman too. Hah, I called that hours ago. Guess I am smarter than the average bear. All the other reviewers said I’d never see the twist coming. Sure showed them.
(End of book): Well. I certainly didn’t see that coming.
(3am the night I finished): But. Wait. No, that doesn’t make sense.
(Three days later): What the hell did I just read?
(A week later): I’ll just act like I understood it. Yeah. I read it. How could I not get it. Of course it makes sense. They’re all gods. In a dream. It’s an analogy for, like, modern life, or something. I’ll just quote what F. Scott Fitzgerald had one of his characters say in reference to it: “I liked it without understanding it”. That quote will redeem me. It’ll draw a big laugh.
(Three weeks later at a party): Someone mentioned G.K. Chesterton. I’m ashamed to admit that I acted drunk and stumbled to the bathroom.