Current Progress: COMPLETE
This book is powerful. I can no longer bash Canadian writers because Davidson may have just written one of my favourite novels of all time; at the very least, it is on my top forty. Davidson tells a great story filled with love, mystery, self-doubt and a quest to uncover inner beauty. A true masterpiece.
- June 2, 2011
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I've enjoyed this book so very much. It has everything I love in a good novel: the macabre, graphic description, fantasy, history, love. I have read several reviews of Davidson's writing style, and I can't understand why some people are not enamored by it. Honestly, I think they're just jealous. I admit he likes his similes, but they're entertaining people:
EXCERPT:
"Yes that's exactly what love is: a tiny, jittery primate with eyes that are permanently peeled open in fear. For those of you who cannot quite picture a pygmy mouse lemur, imagine a miniature Don Knotts or Steve Buscemi wearing a fur coat. Imagine the cutest animal you can, after it has been squeezed so hard that all its stuffing has been pushed up into an oversized head and its eyes are now popping out in overflow. The lemur looks so vulnerable that one cannot help but worry that predator might swoop in at any instant to snatch it away.Marianne Engel's love for me seemed built on so flimsy a premise that I assumed it would come apart the moment we stepped through the hospital doors. How could a love based on a fictional past survive into an actual future? It was impossible. That kind of love was a thing to be snatched up and crushed in the jaws of real life."
I love it. It's a great book, filled with superb descriptive prose and it tells a great story. I'm going to be sad when it "ends".- May 31, 2011