The style of Corpus Delicti sounds profound and important at first glance. If it had been counterweighted with meaningful simplicity, maybe it would have impressed me. But 264 pages of this? No, thank you. This book is exhausting, impersonal and artificial.

As a consequence, the story doesn't have any room to breathe and I didn't have time to develop any feelings towards the characters. It also didn't help that almost nobody in this book talked like a goddamn person. Maybe the style was supposed to echo the allegedly 'enlightened' but empty propaganda of the Method. Maybe that's a nuance I missed. I'll never know because I'm certainly not reading this again. It's baffling to me how you can make a dystopia so boring.

To me, this book falls into the 'Joan of Arc' category - great ideas, terrible execution.