I think I've read enough stream-of-consciousness and writing that feels no need for exposition to come to a conclusion:
I don't like it.
Give me Steinbeck, Cather, Hemingway. Tell me who the characters are, where the characters are, and when we're switching settings. It doesn't make it better than I'm not sure what the hell's going on. I'm secure enough now to say, hey, I'm a reasonably intelligent guy. My confusion is your fault.
But then I am insecure and I give this book 3 stars because I fear it really is my fault.
Also I liked the journey.
I don't like it.
Give me Steinbeck, Cather, Hemingway. Tell me who the characters are, where the characters are, and when we're switching settings. It doesn't make it better than I'm not sure what the hell's going on. I'm secure enough now to say, hey, I'm a reasonably intelligent guy. My confusion is your fault.
But then I am insecure and I give this book 3 stars because I fear it really is my fault.
Also I liked the journey.
