A review by mclent
The World is Round by Gertrude Stein

3.0

I wanted to love this book more than I actually did. Ever spend time with a very precocious child? At first they are charming and astonishing but after a while, well, exhausting and a bit annoying. I thought this would be a breezy read but the digressions and affectations became a bit of a slog. Was I hearing the inner voice of a child, or a Lily Tomlinesque impersonation of one?

For all its round and round and round lightness and creativity, the tone is actually broody and anxious, like a merry-go-round sped up past the point of giddy exhilaration.