I love a book with a mysterious key - Day 18
I’ve moved on to Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel by Jonathan Safran Foer. Is it in bad taste to say I wouldn’t mind having this writer’s babies? It is. I’m sorry. But it’s true. And at the moment it’s the most intelligent thing I have to say (which is not at all) about the book, I’m too besotted for good words.
Then again, maybe he would sire a child like Oskar, his protagonist. I don’t know if I could love a kid like that. I love reading it because of the distance and because Safran Foer wastes so few words. The details mesmerize. The layers of family and history and emotions lock together and form walls around me so that twice today my own family came knocking and I didn’t know how to open a door and let them in. I was lost in the story.
How does he do that?
"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"
~Hal Borland
November 18th, 2006 at 9:06 pm
Is this a YA novel? I probably should know this.
And you’re better, pray tell?
November 19th, 2006 at 11:17 pm
Oh. My. God.
I had a similar reaction when I read the book.
Holy F*cking Dialog Envy, Batman.
November 19th, 2006 at 11:28 pm
Also, “Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake” has become part of the family lexicon.