My first reaction was that this book, about the last months of a man dying of cancer, would be sad and depressing. The little touches of grim humour and the love between the couple lightened it a bit, but some of his relationships were dysfunctional to the point of cruelty. I felt sorry for him, yet could not warm to him, which seemed a shame.
He imagined that she was the sort of woman who could only love a man weaker than herself, someone who adored her, someone who would always be at her mercy, and that such a love degraded them both. True love was something that existed between kindred spirits, between equals, wasn't it? He looked at her. Never mind, he thought, I'll take a degrading love, if only it's as tender as the love between Mai and me.