It's really quite good. Moll captures a lot of the desperation and dissatisfaction of middle-class life, particularly in the ramshackle house that the leading character and his family are staying in for a "vacaion" that's more like an unwelcome chore than anything else. There's an almost palpable sense of squalor: heat, boredom, bratty small children, and a marriage right on the edge of going stale. When Harry walks into this as Mr. Fixit -- offering a swell air-conditioned SUV, and treating the protagonist as if he were some sort of literary royalty -- the whole thing takes off.
It's a kind of variation on Patricia Highsmith as Bunuel might have concieved it.
