Full Disclosure: I entered the library with the intention of renting a different novel by Norman Mailer, namely The Deer Park, which he is arguably most renowned for. However, upon inspection, the copy available had rather long paragraphs and small print. Consequently, I decided to begin with a shorter Mailer novel, Tough Guys Don't Dance, to determine if I even liked his writing style before delving into the more substantial work.
Tough Guys Don't Dance presents an interesting premise. An aspiring writer wakes up after a night of heavy drinking to find the passenger seat of his car covered in blood, with no recollection of how it got there. Mailer is indeed an engaging and talented writer, and I do appreciate his style. However, my issue with the book, and the reason I couldn't complete it, is that the lead character, Tim Madden, goes on numerous tangents that are far too long and often make no sense. For instance, he might say, "Hmm. My passenger seat is covered in blood. Let me tell you about how my parents met and how my wife and I used to swing with other couples." Or, "Hmm. I've just found a severed head. Now let me tell you about the time I went rock climbing." It's just so strange. Additionally, he never really seems to show any concern, disturbance, or shock at these discoveries.
I simply couldn't tolerate it any longer, and I'm quite disappointed because I really wanted to know what happened. Now, I'm unsure if I want to return to the library and rent the book I originally intended to get. Will it be more of the same? I don't know, and I'm not sure if I'm even interested in finding out.