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msmichaela's review against another edition
4.0
Loved, loved, loved this novel -- the first of Kate Christensen's fiction I've read. Kinda can't wrap my head around the reviews that suggest nothing happens.
jodiwilldare's review
1.0
A few weeks ago I was having a discussion with Christa where I posited that big New York Publishers like books about New York where characters just wander around in their New Yorkness being all New Yorky with the utmost New Yorkitude. My prime example: Netherland by Joseph O’Neill which tons of people loved the crap of, but I would lay wagers on the fact that at least 3/4 of that tonnage was made up of New Yorkers.
Kate Christensen’s The Astral is another example I can add to my Crackpot Theory. In this novel, fiftysomething poet Harry Quirk wanders around Brooklyn being Brooklyn-y and pining for his estranged wife, Luz. She’s kicked him out of their apartment at The Astral because she’s convinced he’s having an affair with his longtime BFF, Marion, who’s been recently widowed.
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Kate Christensen’s The Astral is another example I can add to my Crackpot Theory. In this novel, fiftysomething poet Harry Quirk wanders around Brooklyn being Brooklyn-y and pining for his estranged wife, Luz. She’s kicked him out of their apartment at The Astral because she’s convinced he’s having an affair with his longtime BFF, Marion, who’s been recently widowed.
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manogirl's review
3.0
To be clear, I enjoyed this book. But I didn't love it, and that's because I felt like the resolution was a little weak. I also felt like I wanted more of certain characters and less of others.
I knew going into this book that I'd probably dislike the ending, because books that are going for the "literary fiction" title always have unresolved endings. Like that makes them better books.
It doesn't. And it leaves me unsatisfied.
I knew going into this book that I'd probably dislike the ending, because books that are going for the "literary fiction" title always have unresolved endings. Like that makes them better books.
It doesn't. And it leaves me unsatisfied.
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