Monthly archive November, 2016

The End of the Road by John Barth

The End of the Road by John Barth The first quarter of this book was as good as the last was bad. The opening two chapters were hilarious (and I don’t use that word lightly), but then my enjoyment started to deteriorate until it reached bottom with the introduction of THE GUN. Of course all...

Daisy Miller by Henry James

Daisy Miller by Henry James To condemn values of Victorian origin it is necessary to demonstrate that they cannot overcome some of their essential antagonisms. If a critique of questionable morals is the intention of this book, the second part is more vague, since it lacks any struggle worth struggling for. We get to meet...

A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh

A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh The perfection of this novel lays only in its title, for a handful of dust is the exact description of the reading experience it provides and to some extent, its content. The fragile remains of the barely lively activity called reading this book would be swept away with...

Troubling Love by Elena Ferrante

Troubling Love by Elena Ferrante I started reading this after finishing the Neapolitan novels, hoping to extend the exiting journey that Ferrante took me on. With such high expectations, I was bound to disappointment. It’s not that the book is bad, it just seems as a distant echo of her saga, with similar themes (closeness,...

My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante

My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante This kind of book is difficult to find – it moves with great ease and vibration, yet it doesn’t give you the nervous feeling of wasting your time with yet another contemporary exploration of the depths of everyday life (that are only the depths of boredom and complacency as...

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

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