|An Almighty WTF?!?! and I Closed The Cover on a Book
||[Jun. 30th, 2007|05:42 pm]
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Well here's a first for me. LJ ate my post that I made here earlier today. Hope it got indigestion.
I've been defeated by our third book club selection, F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Tender is the Night." After 36 pages, I've closed the cover and said, "That's that." I found it very tedious to get even that far, like trying to swim against the current in a sea of molasses.
There is some lovely worded description, I'll give it that. But I thought the characters were very dull. It's not that I hated them. I certainly didn't like them. The problem was I felt nothing for them. Nothing they said or did was interesting, and by the same token held zero promise of anything interesting happening later in the book. To be honest, half of the dialogue made no sense to me. The narrator up to this point, a very young actress named Rosemary, was BLAH.
I left the story at a point where a dinner party held by the Divers had just ended and Rosemary tossed and turned in bed as her brain struggled to make some feeble thoughts. I pretended an earthquake occurred, sending houses and people tumbling into the sea as the cliffs cracked. Those who were left fell into vast splits in the earth's surface, their screams echoing in the night. It felt like a satisfactory conclusion in my opinion.
Sorry, this book was not for me.