I think this is probably a good and interesting book about a dying woman reflecting on a few days of her youth, but I couldn't handle the style it's written in:

"So much of life was bracing oneself make it go away she was not as she once was I can't begin to explain the old way was not working, she was apart behind a glass pane, her thoughts were splintered in her cheek, she was not gone yet wait wait there's something she wanted to be scattered she told them that, she thought dizzyingly of all the lives which had disappeared before her and how vast that was, she mustn't think of it, it was too....." and so on for ten more lines of text before the sentence breaks off with no period.

And another sample: "She picked lint from their sweaters. Picked up the groceries. Picked out the fabric. Picked them up at school. Picked flowers. What did you do today? What did you do? Because you're my wife that's why. She ordered the liquor store to deliver Ann come here! Ann! Ann! She followed them down the dock. Followed them into the dining room. She fried bacon. She followed them into the darkness." Etc., until I felt like I was starting. To think. In little. Tiny sentences.

When I read a book, I like to READ THE BOOK. I don't want to have to fish for clues about what's going on. I don't want to have to sort regular text from italic in my head, nor do I want much stream-of-consciousness stuff butting in. I don't want dialogue with no quote marks, or sentences without periods. I allow others to enjoy uncriticized a book such as Evening, but I would rather not struggle with it myself.