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    Glen Duncan(Author)

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  • PDF | 288 pages
  • Glen Duncan(Author)
  • Granta Books; First Edition edition (2000)
  • English
  • 9
  • Literature & Fiction

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  • By K. L. Angioli on March 26, 2012

    The first half of this book has some of the finest prose ever written. Having a life-long love for literature and earning a Master's in that subject, I am qualified to make statements like that. This book is an intense, searing, close-up look at the way in which perverse choices and lost or abandoned love can completely desolate someone, how when you build your life around love and then that love ends, you do not know what life is or is worth for quite a while afterwards. Duncan, aside from writing sentences transfixingly beautiful, manages to create a few characters you will never forget in this novel. People at once hilarious and full of a pathos unbearable to contemplate for more than a few moments. Like his newest novel, The Last Werewolf, something completely unexpected occurs halfway through, which changes the entire tenor and tone of the novel. I picked this book up and expected a novel-length meditation on lost love and the self-destruction it sometimes incurs and instead, halfway through, tripped onto a bigger, perhaps, less universal concern that was trying to stay with to the conclusion. Also like his newest novel, this book didn't really have a conclusion. In both novels, one senses Duncan getting fed up with the whole thing and just wanting to end it. Obsessed with perversity (like E. A. Poe), he makes perverse choices himself as a writer. Insights and nuanced descriptions of the way reality is experienced in certain states of consciousness take the reader's breath away when first introduced; when tautological variations on the same theme abound in the second half, they can tire. But there are so many images and sentences, laughs and pains, and attempts at nailing down truths about love and about self-alienation, that this novel's flaws are worth enduring. There are simply too many great passages for me to choose one to quote. There's a long section at the end about the sea and how it reveals your life to you, how you see the root-structure and the story line and the possible pasts and alternate futures, that is immaculately done. There is no plot to this book; if you want an involving story with pacing and suspense, look elsewhere. It is a fragmented narrative about people whose lives and selves have become shattered. Duncan takes on very serious themes and tries to do them justice and tries not to cheapen them to the best of his ability. If you also possess a background in literary study, you will probably be delighted to observe the ways Duncan employs allusion, objective correlative, and other literary devices. If you approach it fresh off his new book, you may find some interesting foreshadowing that he always had it in him to write a book (or three, it turns out) about werewolves. Duncan's worldview is intensely existential. It seems to be founded on an intellect and logic that leads him irrefutably to an acknowledgement of the emptiness and godlessness of the universe layered over an unresolved Catholic upbringing. A struggle of a desire to believe in God denied by an intellect that finds such a possibility laughable in the collected data of its experience and deductions seethes at the heart of both books of his that I have read. (I have bought most of them and am taking on either Hope or Weathercock next). One of the most frustrating things about this book is that in its second half, a door to religious possibility opens. Nicholas, one of the two shattered lovers, has an important internal experience in a church with a very interesting minor character who is a priest (reminding me of a Hemingway trope), and is finally moved to leave the self-abasement he is currently subjecting himself to at a similarly self-hating wealthy widow's apartment. Somewhere in this process, he conflates God's love with the love of his abandoned wife, and whether the denial of the second precludes the reality or the acceptance of the first for him, we receive no real clues. This is in part because the first half is more situated in Nick's consciousness and the second half more in Chloe's.A final note: I bought the hardcover, which this page is offering. It is a beautifully done book. Granta published it. It is a nice, smallish size. Under the dustjacket is a uniformly textured hardback with the author and title embossed in black over a great shade of blue. For the price this book is being offered at here, it is totally worth you giving it a shot.

  • By J. Newby on March 9, 2013

    1.5's why for me. There just wasn't enough description where there needed to be. I found the writing very hard to follow. I felt that Nicholas and Chloe's relationship wasn't really even there. I had no connection to either of them. I never really got a feel for the love they shared for each other. I was never sure...did they love each other or hate each other? There were no "magic moments". I just felt completely unconnected to them and their relationship. I pretty much felt indifferent. I just didn't care because there were no emotions for me. I never felt the passion they shared for each other. If there even was any! It's hard for me to explain. I think mostly, I just really disliked the writing style. It was very hard for me to follow. Then the "tragic event" was never really described. You got hints, but no real details. What happened to her? You were left to imagine. The time Nick was in New York...what was the point? He never talked, you barely got to know the character. What happened there? It never said what actually happened in the bedroom after he left the bathroom. Again, you had to guess. Frustrating...I was so looking forward to this book. It's almost impossible to find. I had to order a used copy from the UK. Once I got it (yesterday) I dove right in and read most of the night and all day today. I wanted to stop reading it just because I was so unimpressed, but figured I had to read it all to give it a fair chance. Oh well... not what I expected at all. I guess I had my hopes up for some tragic, dark, demented story and there just weren't enough details for this to be that.

  • By Tina M. Solomon on July 9, 2012

    Once again, Glen Duncan shows an understanding of relationships that goes beyond the mundane. He's a writer meant to be read on the KINDLE FIRE with the built in dictionary because of his use of the English language is phenomenal. If you want to make sure your money is well spent, then buy this book.

  • By ReviewMan on July 23, 2006

    Written in didactic tugid prose until even Duncan gets fed up with it and tries to inject some life via disjointed first person narrative. This predicatble novel will bore you until its bitter end. Duncan has never reached the thrilling highs of his first novel 'Hope', and just isn't good enough to carry off the McEwan-style depth he struggles for. This is the last time Duncan will disappoint me - from now on I will stick to an annual reread of 'Hope'.

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