actually, hey, has anyone read "The Dogs of Babel"??
i was up way too late just trying to finish it. to get done with it so i could move on to something else.
stellar review, erin.
here's the brief synopsis.
man's wife dies. he doesn't know if it was a suicide or an accident. only witness was their dog. he tries to teach it to talk. he goes a tad nutty.
there are "talking dogs" in this book.
a love story.
i was given this book a couple of years ago, and i've picked it up and put it down numerous times. FINALLY plowed through it (it's not like reading takes me a long time. there've been times when i've read 4 books in one week. okay, that was usually when i was commuting on the train for 5 hours a day, but still...)
it's not like i struggled with it. it's just that the content of the book was leaning toward being pretty dark.
i need to find a fluffy happy-go-lucky book to cleanse the palate --- to basically act like a literary sorbet.
i just felt annoyed by the book throughout most of it.
yes, i know, i could've stopped reading it, but, there's always that thought of "it might get better"
don't get me wrong, it was beautifully written, but, on the depressing side. i'm all for mopey books and all, but, it just got a little out of hand.
i remember back in the summer of 1999, i was reading "She's Come Undone"
I really wound up in a funk over that book... which i read in 26 hours.
good book, but really, when i was reading it it felt like i was being swallowed by a musty old afghan (blanket. not a person from Afghanistan)
and i couldn't shake the feeling for a good week or two after. boy, i was pleasant to be around.
that was similar - yet different - to when i was a Freshman in college.
I sat there one friday night and watched "Sid & Nancy", "Blue Velvet", "A Clockwork Orange" and "Eraserhead"
not the lightest fare.
in a funk for a week. my artwork was very dark that week and one of my professors noticed and asked if everything was okay. which, in hindsight, was pretty keen of him and good to know they weren't just teaching in a fog. they kept an eye on us. I had a certain style to my art back then (when i drew by hand... which i need to get back to doing, actually.) and it was not a dark, brooding style... until that week.
so, i prescribed myself some John Hughes movies and snapped out of it.
Anyway... back to the book.
I don't really "highly" recommend it, but, there are some interesting parts.