It is one of those books that start slow, with suspense, but slow - and with almost no clue about how it will go forward.
What I loved - hated - and loved again is that it also ends slow. It actually ended well before the ending; at some point all the major stuff was gone and I felt that all that remained was an epilogue which could unravel that one last remaining plotknot that the anxious reader barely noticed in the middle of all that action.
The epilogue went on forever, being as slow-savoury as the beginning.
I had time to wonder why the heck he's bothering writing this.
I had time to say thanks and goodbye to the main characters who had grown on me. I actually never realized how much I hated the usual bang-bang-goodbye endings that kinda finish everything and leave reader hanging on. They are like sex with no afterplay, just "OK, finished? Good, cuz I gotta go to WC real fast". It leaves you wondering allright, but not in a good way. Did I really enjoy it? Was it love? How does he feel now? Pointless questions, since he's in the bathroom now.
Not with "Insomnia". It finishes not only the suspense plot, but the emotional subplot too, something that we have learned to ignore because it's usually so miserably underdeveloped that it hurts even thinking about what the people are really feeling. Because it's nothing, it's so often a giant gaping plot hole, the elephant in the room nobody is talking about. But "Insomnia" is really about the way the people live - and what they expect from their lives, the last years of them - it's a emotional story hidden behind the suspense.
I wonder how many suspense-addicted people enjoyed this book.
I wonder how many suspense-despising people who only read high-end literary fiction (or at least claim to do so) enjoyed this book.
I hope I'm not the only one looking for the middle ground between the two, something that takes the best of both worlds, never really fitting in either of them.