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Bezig met laden... The Man from Primrose Lane: A Novel (origineel 2012; editie 2012)door James Renner (Auteur)
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Despite this book featuring one of my least favorite topics If you liked Ender's Game this may be a novel for you. I cite Orson Scott Card and his self-delusions for a certain reason. The Man From Primrose Lane inspired such a foaming rage on my part, I could only think of Ender playing video games while REALLY saving the world. My bullshit immunity was breached, there was no vertigo nor fever. What a fucking hack, I screamed, well, muttered, as my wife was watching tv in the next room. I wanted to like the book. I won't spoil such. Sweet stars above, afford me peace and allow me to march away from the memory of this book. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
Four years after his wife's unexplained suicide, true crime writer David Neff is still shattered, still disengaged from life. Then a friend tries to interest him in the unsolved murder of a local recluse, and eventually David finds himself being drawn into the mystery. Who was the old man? Why was he always seen, summer and winter, wearing mittens? Why does the physical evidence make no sense? And where do the recurring redheads fit in? The closer David gets to uncovering the true identity of the Man from Primrose Lane, the more he begins to understand the power of his own obsessions, and how they may be connected to the deaths of both the old hermit and David's beloved wife. And then things start to get strange. Beautifully written and magnificently resistant to categorisation, The Man from Primrose Lane is a novel of soaring imagination. It's a nail-biting thriller, a story of bone-deep love and redemption, and a meditation on the nature of destiny. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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So, if it has all those good attributes, why am I abandoning this fourteen-hour book after three and a half hours?
This is going to sound odd, but I don't trust this book. If I'm going to spend fourteen hours reading a novel, I need to be confident that both the journey and the destination are worthwhile. I suspect that 'The Man From Primrose Lane' is heading off towards a complex but improbable territory that I'm not going to find satisfying, I feel like I watching a very long magic act or perhaps a Long Con, where the author is distracting me with good quality mainstream scenes so that the flourish at the end will come as a surprise.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, if I'm reading an Agatha Christie novel where it's all part of the fun, or even if I reading a Science Fiction mystery with a murder at its heart.
So why is it a problem here?
It's probably just me but I feel about this book the same way that I feel when I'm introduced to a charming, charismatic person with an agenda: defensive, untrusting, mildly offended. I see why other people admire the person but that just reinforces my aversion.
For some reason, I feel like the contract between writer and reader in this book is, well, dishonest is to strong a word, perhaps unbalanced in the author's favour says it better.
Anyway, all I know is that the more I read, the less I believe and the more I'm looking for the lie behind the smile. That's not fun so I'm setting this aside.
Here's an extract from the start of the audiobook, so you can form an impression of the book for yourself.
https://soundcloud.com/bolindaaudio/man-from-primrose-lane