What are you supposed to expect, with a title like that?
This is the book my fabulous book club chose this month. I had honestly never heard of it before. The blurb just starts out “A young woman in love with a man torn between his love for her and his incorrigible womanizing; one of his mistresses and her humbly faithful lover–these are the two couples whose story is told in this masterful novel.”
When i read that in the bookstore, I said, “Oh goody! It’s a book about sex!”
Well, that idea was killed on the first page, and I was upset.
Until I read a little further.
Masterful, yeah. And a few other words i haven’t thought of yet.
My favorite parts were how he addresses ideological movements, and the smallness of individuals in the face of large forces.
His discusison of Oedipus had be pacing all night, chewing on all the ramifications and talking to myself.
Well, talking to my cat.
That’s why I have a cat. So I don’t talk to myself.
I finished it, and immediately wanted to read it again. That hasn’t happened in a long time.
The funny thing is, I read a book that was a parody of this one. It was a parody of other books too, but as I was reading this one, I kept thinking, this is familiar.
Then I remembered, It’s the sort of book that If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler was ripping on.
And I suddenly realized that If On a Winter’s Night A Traveler was a lot funnier than I had realized.
But hey, the point is, I love this book. I will not be selling it back.Powered by Sidelines