So I was reading Darkmans by Nicola Barker and I thought I was enjoying it. It took 663 of the 838 pages to realize, hey, I’m not that into this. The plot was pretty interesting, and I do want to find out how it ends I just could not see myself slogging away for another couple hundred pages (give or take) to reach the finish line. The brackets! The author uses endless brackets and avant garde punctuation and italics and spaces in a way that at first was refreshing and interesting but got to be tiring. I wonder if her editor killed themselves.
Now I am reading Hell House by Richard Matheson, which I’ve already been made fun of for as its not exactly a terrific work of fiction or a groundbreaking piece of art, but its fun. The writing is far from flawless and it derails occasionally into lesbian erotica, but it seems to be a good ghost story. Fun, easy and I’m getting enjoyment out of it. Isn’t that what reading is all about?
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