Embers - Sándor Márai, Carol Brown Janeway

I don't know exactly what to say. No emotions, no hate or sharp disbelief, no love. It's that uncomfortable sensation, when you say "oh, it is an interesting novel" but you are cold, and, actually, you don't care much. I don't have particular critics to do, because if I stop and think about what I didn't like, I see how those points were justified in the situation, because of the psychology of the main character, for example.

But, talking about Henrik, the protagonist, I can say I just didn't like him. I didn't like the idea of an entire monologue in front of a friend to explain his anger with long and grandiloquent speech.. which clearly is the way of telling the entire story behind the situation, but also the way for demonstrating a sort of (cheap) dressed up wiseness. 

(And, if I think about that too, I find another phsycological justification and then again my dislike lasts without any solid reason).  

Maybe it is the point anyway: that this can be a novel whose points are right in the context and justified, but I couldn't like the characters and I can't do anything about it.