This book just narrowly avoided a two-star rating. It was so slow, the narrative was all over the place and jumpy. At first it moved to quickly. Eventually when it evened out, the characters and story lines just bored me. All three characters I found dull and self-centred. I tried to pity Leonard...
Hmmm... was this book overrated? It reminded me a little of Jonathan Franzen's Freedom. Annulment: As if the happiness and unhappiness of a marriage never happened. What a sad alternative.
This is a book about transition.Transition from child to adult to parent and grandparent.From native to immigrant.From brother and sister to husband and wife.From rural dweller to urbanite.From modest affluence to poverty and up again.From loving language to losing the power of speech.From geek t...
“A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.” I find myself in agreement with Italo Calvino regarding classics, and in the particular case of Oscar Wilde I find the story of Dorian Gray still relevant today, answering questions of morality, the role of art and the artis...
En menos de un año y medio, las cinco hermanas Lisbon, adolescentes entre trece y diecisiete años, se suicidaron. Los jovencitos del barrio habían estado siempre fascinados por esas inalcanzables jóvenes en flor, y veinte años después, aquellos chicos ya en la frontera de la mediana edad, intenta...
Hmm, this is supposedly a great anthology, but is it safe to trust the tastes of an author I don't care for? I'll have to find out. Perhaps he's a better reader than he is a writer, which is too often the case. It would seem not. Two stars for two happy introductions to writers I hadn't consi...
They got out of the EMS truck, as usual moving much too slowly in our opinion, and the fat one said under his breath, "This ain't TV, folks, this is how fast we go." He was carrying the heavy respirator and cardiac unit past the bushes that had grown monstrous and over the erupting lawn, tame and...
All this unshapeliness was in fact a new shape, moulded as much by passivity as by main force; and the same distortion of human normality was reflected in her eyes: they now had a blank look, and her gaze would linger on things for a long time, shifting only with an effort. It would often rest fo...