I AM NO ONE is a book about privacy.

Patrick Flanery tells a good story about a college professor, Jeremy O’Keefe, whose life and experiences sound like they may be somewhat autobiographical (NYU, Oxford, film, Irish in England, etc.). Someone is watching O’Keefe and nosing into the private details of his life but who and why?

The book could have been cut in half, though. The story is simple, but it is told with too many sentences, and the sentences are too long. They are so long that, often, by the time I got to the end of one, I forgot the beginning.

I haven’t read Flanery’s other books, so I don’t know if this is his usual style. If not, I suspect that all the long sentences, all the reflection, were used to make the reader feel what O’Keefe is feeling. Maybe that was a good idea, but it sure makes this book difficult to read.