This is not a book to read when you have a lot going on. It's a bit like those artworks where you have to adjust your vision to see the image through the haze of graphics. 

The prose for one is fluid and lyrical but not standard in format so can be jarring and might require more attention than other writing.

The subject matter isn't easy to digest either. 

I may be biased but the author was my teacher and I always felt his writing was so beautiful but misunderstood. I really want to reread this but am scared both because I know it will need to be savoured slowly and because of the sadness of knowing he has passed.