This Week I Have Mostly Been Reading
Well, it has been hard going. Not because the writing is bad, or trite, but because there is only so much navel gazing, narcissism one can take at one sitting.
My understanding is that this book is thinly-veiled autobiography, and if that is the case then I have to say, “Mr Irving, get over yourself”. Do we really need to know the minutiae of every adolescent crush and fantasy? really?
On the plus side, John Irving is a good writer. The text is well written, witty, descriptive. It’s just that it goes on. And on. And on. I am still working my way through it, so perhaps things will pick up by the end. Perhaps. I fear that by the end I will just feel I have read something worthy, not something that is great literature, or even just a good story.
Next week I Shall be Reading.
Well at this rate I’ll probably still be reading John Irving, but assuming I manage to wade my way through to the end of it I plan on trying
I have a mental image of Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale in “The Prestige”.
And that’s always a good thing 🙂