Anne Tyler’s Morgan Passing is not my favorite but it is well written. Quirky and good and I am glad that I read it. I had bought from a used bookstore previously. I ignored the condition of the book. As I read it, the pages crumbled and I had coughing fits as a smoker had read it before me. I tossed it into the waste basket and bought another used one. No coughing fits and enjoyed the story finally.

Morgan was extremely eccentric and a little difficult to understand. He was prone to acting like he was not. He did everything on a whim. I would not read this book as your first Anne Tyler book, you might get discouraged.

It would be very difficult to discuss the main characters without giving away the story. So, I am just saying, please read it after you have read many of her books. The characters are very well drawn. I imagined many of the scenes in a movie. ( )

I loved the writing and the depicture of 70s-era Baltimore but there wasn't a single character in this novel that I cared about, least of all Morgan. Much better character development in Tyler's later books. ( )

No doubt well written but I kept waiting for something to happen. This odd character drifts through life making increasingly bad decisions. One review said he was a hero so I kept waiting for him to do something heroic. Interesting characters but kept waiting for something to happen. ( )

Impressively written, but not for everyone. Tyler gives us almost no clues to the characters' inner lives except descriptions of their behaviors, which makes it difficult to stay interested in them long enough to figure out a way to appreciate them, to feel close enough to them to care.

I mean, in this one, two marriages are broken up, and in a manner seemingly almost whimsical and definitely impractical. And yet nobody seems upset or even conflicted - and the jacket comments praise the book as an heroic love story. Well, ok - in a way it is - but a reader has to be attentive to figure out how. ( )

I disliked this book so much it put me off Anne Tyler for years. I still haven't found my way back to her. ( )