sorry, Harold

January 14, 2010

With all due respect to Prof. Bloom, I have to agree with my mom’s assessment, instead: I just can’t get into John Crowley’s Little, Big. 2 chapters in, it just seems like the kind of book I’ll need more time than I’ll ever have in my life to really enjoy.

The writing is odd, to me. I love me a long sentence, but sometimes these seem stilted. And while there are many beautiful turns of phrase (one character is described as “a streak of presence surrounded by a dim glow of absence”), there are others that…aren’t (“Her brown eyes were deliquescent in the lamplight”…deliquescent?!).

Hmmm.

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