Blinding Light was the first fiction I’ve ready by Paul Theroux. Well, the first outright fiction, as I’m still not sure how much of My Other Life is true. Of course, maybe Theroux has actually dosed himself on jungle drugs to improve his writing ability and perception.
Anyhow, I found it to be a book of heavy eroticism and clever buildup, with early imagery in the novel involving masks and blindfolds coming out poignantly as the story unfolds. The ending sort of sucked though, and the whole book could probably have been shortened. 7/10.