I'm just reading the tiniest bit today. I came across this, on page 17:
I got out of bed and mixed her a drink. As I brought it into the bedroom, the telephone began to ring. I looked at my watch on the table. It was nearly five o’clock.
In the MORNING. It was nearly five o'clock in the morning. And these people are mixing drinks.
I can see where this is going. . .
Aaand, now they ordering raw chopped beef sandwiches with onion.