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Milostné pletky Nathaniela P.
by Adelle Waldman
There are far too many books, and I am only granted so many readable hours on this earth. I really need to get better at just quitting rather than investing miserable time with miserable books.
I read so many reviews of this book. People said it was a realistic portrait of the inner workings of a mans brain, and what was miraculous is that it was written by a woman. A woman with a keen eye for viewing females through a man's perspective. The only thing I could think the entire time I was reading was "OH GOD I HOPE NOT." First, I don't think men are as pretentious, arrogant, egocentric and dreadfully dull as Nathaniel P. Second, women are not as vapid as those created by the author. I don't know what sort of men this author has dated, or what sort of women this poor author has chosen to surround herself with that gives her such a "spot on perspective" but generally, I think these characters are outliers.
In my world anyway, women have more to offer than their appearances and how they fit into a man's life so that his friends approve. Men have more to offer than their smug Ivy League educations and Oxford shirts.
This author was praised for her writing but I just found it dreadful! At one point she interrupted the flow (if you can call it that) of the plot (however dull) to state that "Oh, yeah- so and so had just bought a drink and is now stabbing the straw down into the ice." I stopped, re-read that. And then thought- HOW DOES THIS CONTRIBUTE TO THE PLOT!?!?! You only have so many words, and so much time to capture a reader and you chose to tell me THIS?!?! When I finally quit (around page 130...) I had was on page 4 of a 6 page internal monologue about yet another one of Nate's past girl friends and all the things she lacked in personality, intelligence and charm.
I don't like to give up on a book, especially when I had already invested so much time. But I just couldn't take it. I didn't CARE about any of the characters or what happened to them. Frankly, if they all threw themselves from the Brooklyn Bridge, it would have been a relief.
I seem to be in the minority of people who didn't like this book. But I just couldn't like anything about it. Perhaps I missed some amazing character development and plot twist that would have turned this book around for me and I missed it because I couldn't finish.
I read so many reviews of this book. People said it was a realistic portrait of the inner workings of a mans brain, and what was miraculous is that it was written by a woman. A woman with a keen eye for viewing females through a man's perspective. The only thing I could think the entire time I was reading was "OH GOD I HOPE NOT." First, I don't think men are as pretentious, arrogant, egocentric and dreadfully dull as Nathaniel P. Second, women are not as vapid as those created by the author. I don't know what sort of men this author has dated, or what sort of women this poor author has chosen to surround herself with that gives her such a "spot on perspective" but generally, I think these characters are outliers.
In my world anyway, women have more to offer than their appearances and how they fit into a man's life so that his friends approve. Men have more to offer than their smug Ivy League educations and Oxford shirts.
This author was praised for her writing but I just found it dreadful! At one point she interrupted the flow (if you can call it that) of the plot (however dull) to state that "Oh, yeah- so and so had just bought a drink and is now stabbing the straw down into the ice." I stopped, re-read that. And then thought- HOW DOES THIS CONTRIBUTE TO THE PLOT!?!?! You only have so many words, and so much time to capture a reader and you chose to tell me THIS?!?! When I finally quit (around page 130...) I had was on page 4 of a 6 page internal monologue about yet another one of Nate's past girl friends and all the things she lacked in personality, intelligence and charm.
I don't like to give up on a book, especially when I had already invested so much time. But I just couldn't take it. I didn't CARE about any of the characters or what happened to them. Frankly, if they all threw themselves from the Brooklyn Bridge, it would have been a relief.
I seem to be in the minority of people who didn't like this book. But I just couldn't like anything about it. Perhaps I missed some amazing character development and plot twist that would have turned this book around for me and I missed it because I couldn't finish.