This book is literature -- a story about the human condition, its ugly, tragic failure modes and few glittering successes. It's honest in the way that only fiction can really be, asking the big questions about what we really are and where the limits lie to compassion, while simultaneously exposing the grinding banality of evil.

Oh, and by the way, it's compulsively, page-turningly readable, and well marbled with pitch-black humor. You should totally read it.