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time-scouts

Tales of the Time Scouts is time travel story with a great premise. It is also the first of a series of four books.

Due to a scientific accident, time gates have developed all over the world. People walking through these gates end up in different places at different times. The stable gates reappear at predictable intervals, sort of like the Old Faithful geyser. But the intervals are not initially obvious, and the destinations of gates must be explored. To make it worse, gates sometimes are unstable. Walking  through an unstable gate can, of course, be fatal, or fateful. It could be a one-way ticket and you could  be stuck in a dinosaur world with nothing but your pocket knife.

Time Scouts are individuals whose job it is to explore the gates, and document their specifics. A stable gate can then be used for research, trade, and time tourism. It’s possible, with the help of Time Guides, to visit ancient Rome, for instance.

The time portals are like transit stations, you can think of them as train stations or airports, except the departures are going into times, not places.

I have serious issues with the credibility of the main characters. One is Kit Carson, the most famous time scout of all, who is now retired, working as a hotel keeper at Time Terminal 86. From the description and behavior, I have formed a picture of Sam Elliott in my mind for Kit Carson. Margo, a girl barely 18 years old, desperately wants to be the world’s first female time scout. Females have never been used as time scouts, because in almost all societies in the past, in almost all eras, females were at best second-class citizens, and often abused, enslaved and worse. It’s not considered healthy for a female to show up in ancient Egypt, for instance, come up with a credible story and actually survive to return when the gate opens again.

For that reason, nobody is willing to train Margo. Everyone thinks it’s a suicide mission. She vehemently insists on fulfilling this goal. However, she constantly does stupid stuff. When she has to work at learning self-defense, she mopes.  When math is involved, she complains. When book learning comes up, she rebels.  Her behavior just makes no sense. If she were really dedicated to success, after she convinced the most renowned person in the business to train her, why would she keep bickering and sabotaging her own training?

Her juvenile behavior and her inconsistent character traits make for a jarring story line. I found myself constantly annoyed by Margo’s immaturity and stupidity, to the point where I lost interest.

Why the authors chose a hot-looking 18-year-old girl as protagonist for this story I do not understand. The story, the premise, is very promising and thought-provoking. Margo’s character destroys it.

I gave up at about 15% into the book. Perhaps Margo’s role gets better as the story goes on, I’ll never know, and I won’t be reading the sequels.

Not star-rated because I didn’t finish reading the book.

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Tinkers

Once again I was seduced into buying a book because it was marketed well. After all, it has won the Pulitzer Prize in 2010.

Reading it I was bored out of my mind, but since it’s a short book, only 200 pages long, I thought I could make it through it just for the “experience.” I gave up at about 25%, when I found myself just turning the pages to get on with it.

There is no character development, no plot, no story, no reason to keep reading on, ever. Check out this random section below. This is what this book is like throughout:

Such vanity! What gall to elect for yourself such attention, good or bad. Project yourself above yourself. Look at the top of your dusty hat: cheap felt, wilted and patched with scraps from the last wilted and patched felt hat. What a crown! What a king you are to deserve such displeasure, how important that God stop whatever it is He is tending and pitch bolts at your head. Rise higher, above the trees. Your crown is already hard to see amid the dust of the road and dirt of the ditch. But you are still remarkable. Rise higher, perhaps to the height where the blackbirds flap. Where have you gone? Oh, there you are, I think. That is you, isn’t it, that wisp inching along? Well, rise higher, then, to the belly of the clouds. Where have you gone? Now higher, to where, if you are not careful, you might stub your toe on the mountains of the moon. Where are you? Never mind you; where is your home, your county, your state, your nation? Ah, there it is! And higher now, so that your hair and the lashes of your eyes catch fire from the sparks of solar flares. On which of those bright bodies do you rule your kingdom of dirt, your cart of soap? Very well, that one. I hope you are right—there is little need for a tinker on Mars. Now higher again, past the eighth planet, named for the king of the sea. And higher again, past the shadowy ninth, which for now only exists in the dreams of men back on—Well! Where have you gone? Which among those millions of glittering facets is where you belong? Where is it you toil and drum and fall to the ground and thrash in the weeds?

— Harding, Paul. Tinkers (p. 74). Bellevue Literary Press. Kindle Edition.

Are you captured? Are you dying to turn the page? Are you wondering what happens next? Did the lashes of your eyes catch fire? Or are you glad you made it through this nonsense?

I guess they call this poetic prose. I call it self-indulgent babble of an author in love with his own words. There may be a market for this, but I can’t imagine that anyone actually reads this stuff.

Oh, well, there go my ten bucks.

Another Pulitzer Prize winning book that I found unreadable was A Visit from the Goon Squad, where I got to about 25% in January 2012 when I gave up.

Perhaps I need to stay away from Pulitzer Prize winners going forward.

No rating because I didn’t finish the book.

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Spaceship Next DoorI picked this book up on a whim probably due to the title. I read the sample and liked the style of the writer. He does good descriptions and reasonable dialog, and things sound real. The story plays in a small town in Northern Massachusetts, and it has a Stephen King-esque quality to it.

However, Doucette is no Stephen King. He is a bit wordy and sometimes spends pages describing details that have no bearing on the story. For instance, at one point, he describes all the various ways the protagonist can drive home, as if there was some important fact embedded in there. When I eventually realized there wasn’t, I felt that the author had wasted my time. He could take away 50% of this book and lose nothing.

So, in the end, it’s a boring, tedious read, because not too much happens that is interesting. At about the 40% mark zombies started showing up. So that’s what I was reading all this trivial stuff for? Zombies?

That’s the point where I abandoned the book. I read some of the Amazon reviews and they convinced me that it’s not worth my time continuing.

No rating – since I didn’t finish the book.

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I can’t read Moby Dick!

When I saw that there was going to be a movie about Moby Dick, I remembered the old book that has been in one of the boxes in the garage for 40 years. I found the book.

Moby Dick

I opened the cover and I found a dedication from one of my best friends in high school. It turns out, he had given me the book as a Christmas present on Christmas Day 1976, the first time we saw each other after graduating a year and a half before. I had forgotten that this dedication existed.

Dedication to Moby Dick

I redacted his name for his privacy. There was a book mark in page 145, but I remembered nothing, so I thought I’d better start from the beginning.

The pages were yellowed, and the print too small for my now old eyes, so I did what I often do these days with old books: I bought it again on my Kindle. Then I started reading.

I worked at it. And worked at it. I continued on to page 204 out of 549 or 38%, when I finally stopped. Reading Moby Dick is hard work, and I didn’t enjoy the story, or the writing style. That happens to me a lot. See my comments about Ulysses, here, here and here. I am now adding Moby Dick to this illustrious list.

There are far too many books yet to read, and there is so much more sand now in the bottom part of the hourglass of my life compared to what’s left in the top, so the hours are getting more valuable with every page I turn.

I love the physical book that is called Moby Dick; it is a trusted friend that has been with me a lifetime. I cherish the friendship of the one who gave it to me on Christmas Day 1976. I will always keep the hardcopy, so one day, my son might want to read it.

I remain honored to be compared to Queequeg, in the classic that is Moby Dick.

And here I stop.

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The Sound and the Fury, by William Faulkner, is on slot number six of my 100 Greatest Novels (in the English language) list that I am working my way through.

I have trouble reading Faulkner books. As I Lay Dying is the only book by Faulkner that I have read successfully, where I could maintain interest. I think I have to stay away from Faulkner, no matter how high his work is rated in literary circles.

Sorry, William, I skimmed about 50% of this and I can’t remember a damn thing about this book.

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Darkness at Noon, by Arthur Koestler, is on slot number eight of my 100 Greatest Novels (in the English language) list that I am working my way through.

I got to about 10% with fairly good intentions. Then things started to get less and less interesting. Approaching 20%, I found myself skimming through entire pages that I didn’t care about. And at 25% I completely gave up.

Somehow this book didn’t grab me whatsoever.

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satanic verses

Salmon Rushdie published The Satanic Verses in 1988. The book quickly became controversial and provoked protests from Muslims around the world. Rushdie received death threats. Ayatollah Khomeini, the Supreme Leader of Iran, put a price on his head on 14 February 1989 through a fatwā, which is a juristic ruling concerning Islamic law issued by an Islamic scholar. Rushdie had to go into hiding, and he was not heard of for many years. Since 2000 he has lived in the United States.

When The Satanic Verses and its controversy arose at the time, I wanted to read the book. I would never have heard of Rushdie and his book at the time without the fatwā and the international headlines it caused. Through the controversy, the book was probably much more successful and widely read than it would have been otherwise. Fundamental religious zealots usually don’t have much public relations sense.

I never did get around to reading it at the time.

Recently I picked it up, partly because a coworker recommended it. To my surprise, I found it utterly unreadable. After trying for a few hours, spread over a few days, I finally put it down.

Here is a random excerpt:

Who was she? Rich, certainly, but then Everest Vilas was not exactly a tenement in Kurla, eh? Married, yessir, thirteen years, with a husband big in ball-bearings. Independent, her carpet and antique showrooms thriving at their prime Colaba sites. She called her carpets _klims_ and _kleens_ and the ancient artefacts were _anti-queues_. Yes,  and she was beautiful, beautiful in the hard, glossy manner of those rerefied occpuants of the city’s sky-homes, her bones skin posture all bearing witness to her long divorce from the impoverished, heavy pullulating earth. Everyone agreed she had a strong personality, drank _like a fish_ from Lalique crystal and hung her hat _shameless_ on a Chola Natraj and knew what she wanted and how to get it, fast. The husband was a mouse with money and a good squash wrist. Rekha Merchant read Gibreel Farishta’s farewell note in the newspapers, wrote a letter of her own, gathered her children, summoned the elevator, and rose heavenward (one storey) to meet her chosen fate.

This was difficult to type and the spell-checker went crazy.

I am filing The Satanic Verses with Books not finished reading. Here is a review by a reader more patient than I am.

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About a year ago I bought (and promptly returned) a tape program titled The One Command by Asara Lovejoy. The review I gave it speaks for itself. Over the months I have received comments about that post. It pops up all the time in search engines and a lot of people visit that page. Sometimes the comments challenge me. The most recent challenge was this one on April 12:

Norbert maybe you should read the book and listen to the full cd set?

Bill

Ok, ok, I agree. I should not be blasting the program if I haven’t read the full book. So I went on Amazon to buy the book. I got it used for $10. I didn’t follow my own rules of reading the Amazon reviews first. Oh boy, oh boy.

I started reading. I tried to continue. This book has 243 pages, and it has about 10 pages of real material. Everything else is fluff, filler, endless repetition and psychobabble. The actual six step process described by the author includes:

  1. Ground
  2. Align
  3. Go to Theta
  4. Command
  5. Expand
  6. Receive with Gratitude

This is described, not very well, in pages 47 through 54.

For instance, here is the entire description of Align:

Once you are well grounded, imagine the power and force of Earth’s energy coming into your body, and align your heart to that force. As you take a breath in and then exhale, imagine your breath exhaling out in all directions around you as you clear negativity and align with love. You increase the power of your desires when they resonate in harmony and you strengthen, like a lightening rod, the clarity of creating what you desire when you claim it in love.

I understand the power of suggestion and self-suggestion. I have learned to use self-hypnosis effectively. But that took time, practice and much more instruction than this. How does one “strengthen, like a lightning rod, the clarity of creating what you desire when you claim it in love?”

Half the book is filled with testimonials of people who used the techniques and achieved miraculous results. People command the universe to solve their financial problems and the next day their answering machines are full of messages of people products orders for products they could not sell before.

“I issed The One Command and in moments my house was leased after months of no interest.” — Maureen Bell, author of Multicultural Feng Shui

The book contains 243 pages and 47 chapters. The chapters are disorganized and repetitive. I honestly tried to do my duty and “read the book” but I simply couldn’t stand it. Soon I started thumbing around, back and forth, trying to find the interesting parts.

I found none.

In the end I spent $10 so I can have this useless and utterly unreadable book on my shelf.

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Published in 1997, Baxter’s Voyage is an alternate history novel. It chronicles a time of space exploration in the United States between the early days of the space program in the late 1950ies, through 1986. President Kennedy survived the assassination attempt in November of 1963, albeit confined to a wheelchair. Johnson succeeded him because he was medically disabled, but Kennedy continued to provide vision and motivation to the people and the government regarding the space program, and sending manned missions to Mars. In Voyage, we follow real historic characters, like Neil Armstrong, Nixon, Agnew and many contributors in the space program, interspersed with fictional characters, like Natalie York, the first woman to set foot on Mars.

In the 766 page novel, Baxter does an excellent job developing the characters and creating a plausible story and a possible approach to a manned mission to Mars in the decade of the eighties.  Indeed, this was Nixon’s plan when we succeeded in landing on the moon.

Here is a link to information about von Braun’s plans and proposals to the Nixon Administration in August 1969, right on the heels of the successful first moon landing. This site also shows some good concept drawings of the technology required to accomplish the plans.

The story in Voyage follows this von Braun and Nixon plan in concept and elaborates on it.

Baxter has researched the topics extensively. He describes details of the Apollo missions and technical minutiae that make it hard to believe he was not himself an astronaut on these missions. He takes us right on the missions, and we participate, sometimes white knuckled, in daring feats in spacecraft, real or imagined.

I didn’t finish reading this book. In fact, I only read the first 10% or so, then skimmed around in the middle and read the end. I did this not because the story didn’t captivate me. I am intensely interested in the space program – and the lack thereof right now. I just decided there were too many books on my reading shelf that needed attention, and I didn’t want to divert my time into fictional stories of an age now long past, musing about what might have been.

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On a whim I picked up Battlefield Earth by L. Ron Hubbard. I read his introduction, and he stated that he wrote the book purely for the fun of it. I was in the mood for an epic book. If you have seen it in the bookstores, it is huge. I am not sure of the word count, but it must be massive. For comparison, the Count of Monte Cristo, a truly long book, has 24,000 locations in the Kindle, Battlefield Earth has 30,409.

This is where I have to say it again: Why, just why, does Amazon not give us a way to obtain the word count of a book. Many people don’t care to know. I do. I want to know how “large” a book is, and I don’t want to have to use mathematics to figure it out. Amazon, give me an app that returns the word count.

Done with my rant about Amazon, and on with Hubbard. He is actually a pretty good writer. His prose flows well, his dialog makes sense and does not seem stilted. He does a fairly good job developing characters, and he sure has a good imagination. When I read the first chapter I thought I might enjoy a science fiction epic that I could immerse myself in.

The story plays around the year 3000 on earth, after nuclear and environmental catastrophes have virtually made the world unlivable. Radiation has polluted much of the earth and illnesses and sterility has ravaged the human race. There are very few pockets of humans left alive. Those that are alive have degenerated back to stone age status. Buildings, roads, machines, glass, metal, all has been lost.

Super advanced aliens, named the Psychlos, have settled on earth to mine for metals. The ore is shipped back to their home planet via teleportation equipment. There are about 3000 alien miners on earth, and they don’t even know about the humans. When they encounter them the think of them as animals.

Likewise, the humans think of the aliens as monsters. So far, so good. There is potential for a good story. So what’s wrong?

The Psychlos are huge in comparison to humans. Hubbard does not do a good job describing them. They are humanoid, with humanlike faces, but boneridges for eyelids and lips. They are hairy and have paws and talons. When they walk, the earth shakes. Ok, I can picture a large bearlike creature like a Wookie in Star Wars. That might make sense. Of course, the John Travolta movie has since destroyed any Psychlo imagination by portraying human body aliens, just larger, and very hairy.

Hubbard makes the classic mistake that I keep ranting about with aliens: They are not credible. The aliens think like humans, talk like humans, intrigue like humans, interact with each other in their society like humans – they are humans. So what’s the point of making them aliens? It just does not make any sense at all.

I got to about 12% of the book when I decided I lost all interest in the story and gave up. It had some intriguing concepts, but it was basically massive pulp.

I wondered just how Hubbard got three books on the Random House Modern Library Reader’s Choice of one of the lists of the greatest novels in the English language:

It just does not make sense. Battlefield Earth is not in a class with Atlas Shrugged, 1984 and Ulysses. Definitely not.

I checked Wikipedia about Hubbard:

Hubbard is the Guinness World Record holder for the most published author, with 1,084 works, most translated book (70 languages for The Way to Happiness) and most audiobooks (185 as of April 2009). According to Galaxy Press, Hubbard’s Battlefield Earth has sold over 6 million copies and Mission Earth a further 7 million, with each of its ten volumes becoming New York Times bestsellers on their release. However, the Los Angeles Times reported in 1990 that Hubbard’s followers had been buying large numbers of the books and re-issuing them to stores to boost sales. Opinions are divided about his literary legacy. Scientologists have written of their desire to “make Ron the most acclaimed and widely known author of all time”. The sociologist William Sims Bainbridge writes that even at his peak in the late 1930s Hubbard was regarded by readers of Astounding Science Fiction as merely “a passable, familiar author but not one of the best”, while by the late 1970s “the [science fiction] subculture wishes it could forget him” and fans gave him a worse rating than any other of the “Golden Age” writers.

This looks like the guy started his own religion and then asked his followers buy his books by the millions.

Well, I just bought one of them myself.

My last one.

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I picked up this book, since the story was about a generation ship.

Earth’s resources were depleted, and natural catastrophes threatened the survival of the human race. As a last effort, earth pulled together and built a starship named the Beacon, fill it with supplies for 3,000 people, and everything they would need to colonize another planet. A planet around the star Tau Ceti, about 10 light-years away, was identified as a good candidate and the ship left earth. The journey would take more than 200 years. The humans that boarded the ship knew they would never arrive at the destination. Their children would not arrive. Their grandchildren would spend their entire lives inside the ship, never knowing earth and never knowing anything but the ship. Generations would live and die only to know that one day their descendants would arrive at the new planet and start a new human colony.

The story starts about 25 years before the arrival of the Beacon at its destination. The generation that would arrive is now alive. Imagine you lived all your life on a ship that left earth around the year 1810. Two-hundred years of history have gone by.

Of course, on earth, things changed tremendously over those 200 years too. Faster-than-light travel has been invented, and now the journey that took 200 years for the Beacon would only take two months using the new ships. There is a chance for humans to leapfrog over the Beacon and arrive at Tau Ceti before them.

And so the story progresses.

However, about 20% into the book I got tired of the stilted, unreal dialog that prevailed. The author doesn’t show me, he constantly tells me, and not very colorfully either. The book is poorly written, the characters are flat and shapeless caricatures. I am interested in what happens next, but I am constantly yanked back into my world, reading a book, finding myself criticizing the book rather than getting immersed in it.

Amateurish.

Rating: * (because I do like the premise of  the story, I just couldn’t stand it anymore , and I won’t buy any more Kevin Anderson books).

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WordPress gives me a daily list of the search terms people used to find this blog. Sometimes they are hilarious. Sometimes revealing. Sometimes they crack me up.

Besides Sarah Fluke being very popular these days,

Question: how long does it take to read ulysses?

Answer: Several Lifetimes. One preferrably as an incarnation of a college professor in English.

Read my previous entries about that and the various comments with it. Ulysses is on my Kindle any time I want it, but I don’t get the urge very often. Ulysses has been waiting for 38 years now. A few more years won’t matter now.

I Can’t Read Ulysses

I Can’t Read Ulysses – Take Two

Greatest Novels in the English Language – It does not help that Ulysses is the #1 slot on the board choices. Rubbing it in?

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First contact is apparently a prequel to the In Her Name trilogy. I had never heard of Hicks’ work before. I downloaded the sample and started reading.

Humans on a starship with hyperspace travel capabilities on an exploratory mission find an inhabited world for the first time ever. Within minutes of arrival above the ecliptic plane of the star system, they notice that four massive space ships are approaching them at enormous speed. Unbeknownst to them, they have encountered a race of aliens that does not take any chances and meets all intruders with overwhelming force.

The humans debate whether they should stay or take off quickly. The behavior of the aliens, and their lack of response to any communications, indicates that they could be hostile. However, since the mission is to explore new worlds, the humans stay. Big mistake.

The aliens quickly incapacitate the ship and send a boarding party that penetrates the hull effortlessly. So far I buy all this and I am entertained, yet here is where my problems with this book begin:

The aliens turn out to be humanoid, about the same size of humans, bipedal, with heads, eyes, mouths, fangs – yes fangs, blue skin, hands with razor-sharp claws, and they fight with swords. Also, the humans notice immediately that the alien warriors are female, based on the chest plates, indicating breasts.

Give me a break! Humanoid, eyes, fangs, claws and BREASTS, implying they are mammalian?

These aliens are caricatures of space monsters, complete with werewolf fangs, breasts, feline eyes and raptor talons! They could destroy the ship with a single beam weapon. Yet they fight with swords, presumably it is their culture to “fight like warriors.” In the hand-to-hand on-board combat that ensues, a Chinese member of the crew successfully uses martial arts techniques on the aliens. Come on! Martial arts are designed to be effective against human bodies. Try martial arts on a dog, a horse or a tiger and see what happens. Then try it on an alien. It would not work.

I stopped reading when the sample ran out and I did not buy the book.

To the author’s credit, of course, this is a prequel to show how it all started in the war between the aliens and the humans that was covered by a space-opera-type trilogy. I imagine that the plot might be about aliens that can be understood by humans, so they have to be humanoid. Perhaps if I had read the trilogy, gotten used to Hicks’ world, I would not be so put off by the book, so it may deserve better.

I can state one thing for sure, however – reading the prequel first does not work in this case. It just rings silly.

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A new book about time travel showed up in my Amazon recommendations. I checked the reviews. They were mostly positive, and several reviewers compared it to Stephen King’s 11/22/63. One reviewer stated it was much better. I downloaded the sample and read the first couple of chapters. It wasn’t the writing that piqued my interest, but the subject matter – time travel. After I finished reading the sample I bought the rest of the book for $4.50, only to regret it within another hour of reading.

The story starts in 2047. A way to travel in time has been invented, where the travelers, via some complex and expensive technology, are thrown back in the time stream by a few years or decades. While in the past, they can interact with the world, and eventually they get pulled back into the present automatically. The time stream does not allow time travelers to change the world to prevent paradoxes. This manifests itself oddly. For instance, if a time traveler walks on a pristine beach and creates footsteps in the sand, those footsteps fill themselves in a few seconds later, leaving no trace. Cool so far.

Rather than using this amazing capability for scientific purposes, however, a class of entertainers and thugs has developed who go back in time and wreak destruction on purpose, causing splashes in the fabric of time. Making footsteps disappear is not taxing for the time stream. But what about undoing the killing of a person? This causes major shock waves which can end up affecting the future (or the present from whence the time travelers started), and it’s called a backwash.

The author builds a cohesive story around this concept, but the premise that juvenile rioters are the only ones using time travel for their destructive entertainment was just too farfetched to keep my interest. The characters are poorly developed, mostly one-dimensional, and generally inconsistent.

For instance, the mega star of time splashing goes by the nickname of Sniper. At the beginning of the story, he brings his 15-year-old girlfriend, Patty, with him, along with two other travelers. Then, when Patty freaks out when he starts pulling a gun in the past, shooting people for fun, he turns on her, threatens her, keeps calling her a stupid bitch, and physically assaults her. Alright, it’s fiction. But even in fiction I need characters that make sense. A young man does not bring his 15-year-old girlfriend on a major trip, does not prepare her about the fact that he’s going to be killing people, and then calls her a bitch and abuses her when she does not like it. Nobody does that. But many characters in TimeSplash behave like that. They act incongruously and that makes them all worse than cartoonish. Cartoon characters, at least, are caricatures and therefore very consistent.

TimeSpash could have been a fun book, but it didn’t remain glued together. It kept yanking me back to the role of book critic, to that state of alertness while reading that interrupts the turning of pages. After a while I started finding myself skimming over pages, when a character named Jay was doing stuff I didn’t really care about, and by 32% into the book I gave up, having lost interest completely.

Another book not finished reading.

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I picked this book up because I wanted to try a new author randomly. Goon Squad had won a Pulitzer Prize,  and that usually stood for a good book.

Not.

This book was unreadable for me. But it tricked me. I downloaded the free preview from Amazon and started reading the first chapter. Jennifer Egan is a fairly good writer using elegant description and dialog. The first chapter introduces Sasha, a kleptomaniac, in a session with her therapist in the current time. I was looking forward to the rest of the story and bought the book before I went on a backpacking outing where I’d need some reading material to keep my brain occupied through 14 hours of darkness in a small tent, when I  can only expect to sleep about eight hours.

The second chapter went back in time, told from a different narrator.

The third chapter went into the 1980 period when some of  the characters we met in chapter two were still in high school. This was narrated yet again by a different character. The book switched from the first to the third person narration randomly. Cohesiveness between the chapters lacked and there were so many different colorless and dull characters, it was difficult to keep them apart within each chapter, let alone over the course of the book.

It took willpower to make it to 25 percent on the Kindle. Then I started fast-forwarding to see if there was something worthwhile coming up that would pull it all together for me. But it didn’t happen. Reading this was not enjoyable. It was a drag, a truly abysmal reading experience. I don’t have time for this.

Impossible to read.

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