Big Paul is basically me (redhead with very curly hair) & it has been awfully hot for July. These are the nicest things I have to say about this one, which I read because Noll was referred to as a Brazilian Murakami. Vaguely masochistic in an overtly wannabe Hemingway-esque way & mostly boring--the bulk of the action is rushed during the last 20ish pages and I cared more about seeing the book through than the narrator or his fate. A pile of meh.