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3.42 AVERAGE
3.42 AVERAGE
Rating: 3.5/5
Don't let my low star rating fool you, this book is very good. Let me explain. White's writing is the kind of delicious prose that makes you feel that you're eating the book rather than reading it. His characters are well-rounded and seem very, very accurate to the time in which they live and the society they are a part of. The only reason I gave it three and a half stars and not higher is just that I personally didn't love it. Don't get me wrong, I did very much enjoy it, but it's just not going to make any of my "favourite books" lists.
But, that said, it is definitely a book that should be read, and it has made me interested to read more of White's novels.
Don't let my low star rating fool you, this book is very good. Let me explain. White's writing is the kind of delicious prose that makes you feel that you're eating the book rather than reading it. His characters are well-rounded and seem very, very accurate to the time in which they live and the society they are a part of. The only reason I gave it three and a half stars and not higher is just that I personally didn't love it. Don't get me wrong, I did very much enjoy it, but it's just not going to make any of my "favourite books" lists.
But, that said, it is definitely a book that should be read, and it has made me interested to read more of White's novels.
This is the first book i read by Edmund White, with some good characters,and enjoyed reading it.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2012/jan/06/edmund-white-life-in-writing
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2012/jan/06/edmund-white-life-in-writing
A banal book full of rare bits of good writing, dipshit characters and absolutely no point whatsoever. It's chock-full of uncomfortable and demeaning racialized metaphors. A creep-fest in that way only a book by an old white man can be.
What a inordinate piece of shit.
What a inordinate piece of shit.
I really liked this. It was sexy and honest and not what I expected and I didn't really like the people but I weirdly cared about them.
A fantastic read -- easily, the best fiction the man has written in years.
A novel about the friendship between a semi-closeted gay man and his homophobic friend. Examines several relationships: between the two friends, a marriage, a long-lasting gay couple, a man and his mistress. Except for Jack, the characters are mostly cultural elites or from inherited wealth. This creates a somewhat claustrophobic atmosphere, but it meets the needs of the characters.
Extraordinary account of changing sexual mores over the decades, as seen through the prism of two lifelong male friends, charting their lives, loves, hopes, dreams, trysts, lowpoints and epiphanies. This is by no means a 'gay only' book -- White writes as bawdily, and as tenderly, about cunt as he does about cock (this is a gorgeously filthy, erotic, pulse-pounding book). Heartbreakingly real, one really gets to live in the skin of Jack and Will and their coterie of friends and lovers.
The only other writer I can think of who can delve into sordidness with such familiarity and gusto is Samuel R. Delany. White is unafraid to show the darker side of the gay experience, the sex addiction, the loneliness, the prejudice, and the human cost. Interestingly, this is probably one of White's most life-affirming books to date -- the ending is sublime.
God, I cannot get over how much I loved this book, probably because it struck so many chords with some of my own experiences. Exquisite.
p95: He could picture the imprint of an oily body on the bedticking thrown onto the floor ... the smell of the sixties: ass and incense.
p317: "Love," I said, "isn't an achievement. It's like a sonata. Once you've finished playing it, nothing remains. Not even sounds in the air."
p319: Were cock and cunt the most important things in life? The big, red, slippery heart of a couple?
The only other writer I can think of who can delve into sordidness with such familiarity and gusto is Samuel R. Delany. White is unafraid to show the darker side of the gay experience, the sex addiction, the loneliness, the prejudice, and the human cost. Interestingly, this is probably one of White's most life-affirming books to date -- the ending is sublime.
God, I cannot get over how much I loved this book, probably because it struck so many chords with some of my own experiences. Exquisite.
p95: He could picture the imprint of an oily body on the bedticking thrown onto the floor ... the smell of the sixties: ass and incense.
p317: "Love," I said, "isn't an achievement. It's like a sonata. Once you've finished playing it, nothing remains. Not even sounds in the air."
p319: Were cock and cunt the most important things in life? The big, red, slippery heart of a couple?
A fantastic read -- easily, the best fiction the man has written in years.