When I first began reading this novel, I honestly felt true and deep sympathy for this guy.  Being about my age, I felt somewhat of a connection to him and began to imagine what it would be like to lose all of my memories and past experiences and I got quite sad.  I mean, thirty years old is rather young and being that he is not married or does not have any children, he literally has his whole life ahead of him.  I felt incredibly bad for him as he was essentially robbed of his life.  Sure, he had little flashbacks of fairly insignificant occurrences from his past but these moments did not last.  All he had to look forward to was the tingling sensation these flashbacks brought on and those moments of happiness were fleeting.  So, while I did think his entire plan for a production of reenactment was rather bizarre, to say the least, I felt for the guy and at least understood where he was coming from.

Now, fast-forward a little bit......  I started to really dislike this guy when he began using his financial gains as an excuse to treat people as disposable rubbish.  I think this disgust first began to brew inside of me as he surveyed the possible actors for his enormous charade.  The way he pointed out a few "possibles" for his project and then dismissed the hundreds of other hopefuls with the flick of a wrist really irritated me.  However, I can still remember the way my blood boiled at the instant I realized I truly loathed this guy: "At a loss rate of three every two days, I'd say quite an amount.  A rolling supply.  Just keep putting them up there" (156).  Talk about a total disregard for existence!  Personally, I'm not someone you would call a "cat person" exactly.  I love dogs, but that doesn't mean I don't have sympathy for these furry little felines.  He throws them away like the old liver lady with her rubbish bag.  His accident did not only take his memories, but it also took his ability to feel empathy for others as well.

The way he walked around with a sense of complete entitlement made me crazy!  I have absolutely no tolerance for people like this.  Now, don't get me wrong.  He is absolutely entitled to the feelings that result from his accident.  It is, after all, life-changing.  However, he is certainly not entitled to treat the people around him the way he does.  While these "actors" may have had lives of their own before enlisting in his reenactment, to him, they are no more than pawns in his twisted little game.  What I found most troubling about this entire reenactment was its authenticity.  For someone who hated inauthentic people and actions with the passion that he did, the reenactments are exactly that: inauthentic.  Honestly, I found him to be quite hypocritical.