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A review by karentipsy
7 1/2 by Christos Tsiolkas
2.0
I'll preface this by saying that to this point I've loved everything I've read by Christos Tsiolkas. His writing is raw, gritty, brutal, and beautiful.
I've also met him and his passion for writing and his subjects made an immense impression on me. Plus he autographed a book and we had a bit of banter.
However.
This book feels like his personal journal combined with a decent story. The bits of the memoir where the narrator (a homosexual, middle aged male author named Christos Tsiolkas) talks about his smell and him masturbating are just a bit too Charlotte Roche-esque for comfort from someone I've met. It'd be kind of like your dad discussing his sex life with you.
I would love to have read Paul's story though. I wish this had been written as a full length novel and the rest left out.
Hopefully this is an aberration from an otherwise stellar author.
I'm not angry Christos, I'm just disappointed.
I've also met him and his passion for writing and his subjects made an immense impression on me. Plus he autographed a book and we had a bit of banter.
However.
This book feels like his personal journal combined with a decent story. The bits of the memoir where the narrator (a homosexual, middle aged male author named Christos Tsiolkas) talks about his smell and him masturbating are just a bit too Charlotte Roche-esque for comfort from someone I've met. It'd be kind of like your dad discussing his sex life with you.
I would love to have read Paul's story though. I wish this had been written as a full length novel and the rest left out.
Hopefully this is an aberration from an otherwise stellar author.
I'm not angry Christos, I'm just disappointed.