The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time: Christopher Boone Introducing a novel, which follows the life of a boy meticulously drawn to any and all infinite reasons of life and subjected to their vastly indifferent implications, renders a serious problem for any pioneer of coherent words, experienced or not. A problem pertaining to just how they would justify their utter disgust with a booming, world-wide, popular novel feathered with immense logical ideals that help it to fall just short of “The Old Man and the Sea” by Ernest Hemmingway. Subtly, consciously and undoubtedly with a sense savagery one can only cautiously tread through the fragile objective words used by author Mark Haddon. Beginning the book you start to see the pattern that arises through the pages; blunt statements, logical appeals, and no effort to portray any emotional scene whatsoever. Reading further into it you began to feel a sense of an…un-articulate nature – where the author makes his ignoramus identity to the qualities of all literature to date known. One could ramble…could go on…stress the importance of emotion, that feeling the reader must have throughout a series of a well put together story but…one would be off task. The focal point of the reader throughout the novel is Christopher Boone; a young, sadly diseased, yet gifted individual somewhere in Europe. Christopher Boone makes it clear to the reader first hand that this is no normal novel, no normal tale – for the qualities this young man holds requisites him no need for fancy wording and deep meaning. No need for irony, for iconic literary devices, and certainly no need for specific identity. Yet it’s there, through the pages, behind the words, it’s all there; passion, confusion, sadness…the emotion is all there but, the boy Christopher Boone establishes it all through, ironically, his inability to feel. He looks at the world as a logically sound place, filled with truths and their sequential implications. He sees the point of it all, the reason behind reason, Christopher sees a clear-cut, simply defined, world which we are all too busy attending to our insatiable lusts to focus in on. Christopher wants nothing, needs nothing (there are exceptions, like his desire to become an astronaut) but one is compelled to feel that even when he won’t get what he desires, because of his individualizing containment of