Slogfest

I am in the midst of a slog. Orahn Pamuk may have won the nobel prize, he might even write some good books... but Snow is a major slog. If I didn't have to read it for my bookclub, I think I would have chucked it long ago.

Used to be I would slog through just about anything. I was duty bound and committed to whatever I had picked up. I do still have that compulsion for my bookclub books, but a good friend from Kenya (are you reading this?) taught me that there are way too many good books out there and so little time. So chuck the ones that aren't grabbing you; I believe she said "abandon", which is even sadder than the Saskatchewanian verb "to chuck".

Snow is a major snoozer, moving slower than real time. Every chapter seems to talk about the snow falling in Turkey. This adds to the sominex feeling that winds throughout the novel. It is the Perry Como of books, the Fred Roger's of stories, the.....

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Comments

[Kirsten]

Yes, yes, I'm out here. And honoured that people (well at least one) actually listen to and remember what I say. And hey, as far as wisdom legacies, I'd say that's not such a bad one. I just abandoned a book myself this week. Here's to all the bad books that won't get read because our lives are being filled with good ones! (I have another article up at burnsidewriters.com if you want to check it out. "Love", part way down the home page). Hellos to the household!

[craig]

But of cousre I listen to what you say... you are a very wise person! Lovely to see you popping around the blog - I will definitely check out your article.

I'll have to tell you about the latest agent interest on Correction Line... but I'll wait until I hear.

Hi to all yours too.