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When I started “Falling Sideways” – I thought its would be a book about either office politics or greedy corporate downsizing and the effects on the employees….and I take full responsibility for that mistaken assumption.
The book jacket describes this as “empathetic”…but I would characterize it exactly the opposite. I found almost all of the characters to be completely self-centered…and in the words of another reviewer, filled with “egocentric callousness”. There was very little in these characters that I could find either interesting or remarkable. As their deepest thoughts seemed to vacillate between their bowel movements (or lack thereof) and their genitals…I lost interest pretty quickly.
Again, this is probably my fault because of unrealistic expectations, but I just didn’t see the point of this story. I did find one shining bit that I did mark as noteworthy.
“Breathwaite closed Kampman’s door behind him and moved slowly along the hall, hand in his pocket, stirring the coins there. He remembered then how his own father used to do that and how the sound of dimes and nickels and quarters and fifty-cent pieces clicking against one another had seemed wondrous to him when he was a boy. The wonder of money in the possession of adults.”
Very descriptive and evocative – and the one image I will take from this book.
The book jacket describes this as “empathetic”…but I would characterize it exactly the opposite. I found almost all of the characters to be completely self-centered…and in the words of another reviewer, filled with “egocentric callousness”. There was very little in these characters that I could find either interesting or remarkable. As their deepest thoughts seemed to vacillate between their bowel movements (or lack thereof) and their genitals…I lost interest pretty quickly.
Again, this is probably my fault because of unrealistic expectations, but I just didn’t see the point of this story. I did find one shining bit that I did mark as noteworthy.
“Breathwaite closed Kampman’s door behind him and moved slowly along the hall, hand in his pocket, stirring the coins there. He remembered then how his own father used to do that and how the sound of dimes and nickels and quarters and fifty-cent pieces clicking against one another had seemed wondrous to him when he was a boy. The wonder of money in the possession of adults.”
Very descriptive and evocative – and the one image I will take from this book.
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