I read this book in Bolivia, in the
internet-less and TV-less flat of my wife’s grandma, with no people around me.
The perfect place to dedicate your full attention to a book. And yet, I got
bored, my mind wondered, and I frequently asked myself what was the point of
this novel.
Sure, the writing is innovative, but other than
that? Wikipedia talks about cynic humour. I couldn’t see that. Sure, seeing
Bardamu travel from place to place can be exciting, but what’s left after the
novelty of the different location dies out? Very little, and even the final
scene left me completely unmoved.
My literary taste is probably too
underdeveloped to appreciate the uniqueness of this book. I’ll happily trade my
copy of it for anything with a linear story and a protagonist who is not such a
jackass. Just kidding: I would never give my copy away, I think it’s a book you
need to have, even if just to dismiss it.
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