Death at Intervals

I was going to give this book a 2/5 star rating, but the last couple of pages saved it.

My main problem is the first half of the novel, Saramago believes himself doing a social commentary but it's obvious he has no idea how society, government, religion or just life in general works. His commentary felt more like the thought of a teenager writing their first diy comic.

Second problem were the tangents. They were neither interesting, funny nor observational.
The second half is just 80 pages on thoughts that if they were poetic would've worked, maybe something was lost in translation here cause anything could be salvaged with a good literary style. Maybe it's just that English is not made for this, latin languages tend to be beautiful while saying nothing.

The last 20 pages were the best, they were human, and that's always good.