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There is nothing tranquil within the pages of 'Tranquility'. The characters are deranged and some of the scenes, particularly the sexual ones, tend to trend toward the obscene. So how does one say this is such a human novel as one of the blurbs on the back of the book states? Well, nobody likes to talk about it, but none of us are as stable as we like to pretend. Bartis is interested in showing the delicate nature of human relationships and the human mind, and he does it with beautiful prose and jarring characters. This is a book that I would never recommend to anyone. Plenty of people would find this offensive, or at the very least disgusting. But that's the point. We are all looking for tranquility, but it is not within human nature to grasp it, or at least hold on to it.

In short, it's best if we imagine that freedom is the kind of condition in which nothing ties us to the world around us. We have no desires, passions, or fears, we might say neither aims nor aimlessness, and we even fail to register that this vacuum no longer bothers us. Freedom is an odd, mainly characterless condition. It has nothing to do with indifference, which is inevitably cynical, and it has nothing to do with a state of it-all-comes-to-the-same-thing because behind that state still lurks some shame or hope. If everything comes to the same thing, that's still very human. I might put it this way: freedom is a condition unsuitable for humans."