It has been so long since I have written anything for this Blog that I had forgotten my password and user name! Perhaps the reason I haven’t been writing is I have been too busy trying to plough my way through books that I should have tossed after the first chapter. My sorry tale starts with me embarking on my winter holiday with two books.
I thought that Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín would be a great holiday read. I really enjoyed the Blackwater lightship and this new book was a promising story about a young Irish girl making her way to America on her own. I was wrong. I finished the book, but probably only because it was short. Nothing happened! Well nothing very interesting. Girl leaves Ireland, goes to Brooklyn, works in a shop, lives in a boarding house, meets man, goes back to Ireland, meets another man, goes back to Brooklyn, and …. that’s it!
So then I started on a favourite authors’ new book. T Coraghessan Boyle wrote a fantastic novel about a pack of crazy hippies moving to Alaska to form a commune. Drop City was a great story, funny and full of surprises. So it was with baited breath that I started The Women, about Frank Lloyd Wright (famous architect and renowned womaniser. I was promised a story blazing ” with his trademark wit and invention”. There was a huge possibility for intrigue, murder, passion and insight into this famous man and the women in his life. Alas, I found none of this, and ditched the book about a third of the way through. Again nothing really happened, I gained no insight into any of the characters, and they all seemed dull and one dimensional. It was with a heavy heart that I finished my holiday. I hadn’t had those long hours of basking in the joy of knowing I could totally engross myself in a great story. Instead I had to actually leave the house and do things. What a let down
However things have looked up. I have begun the Flying Troutmans by Miriam Toews, and it’s looking like a keeper. Perhaps I should have another holiday?