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3.33 AVERAGE
3.33 AVERAGE
This book was so deceiving it was not worth my time!
I should have taken it as a warning that I could think of no reason why I might have wanted to read this book, as I’m afraid there’s no nice way to say it, but I didn’t get along with the book at all for a whole host of reasons. Perhaps it’s partly that, not being a woman in my 50′s dreaming of reconnecting with my childhood sweetheart, I am not exactly the book’s target audience, but I’m erring on the side of it just being bad. It’s very difficult for me to discus it without some spoilers, but really I think I’m saving you the pain of having to read this book yourselves.
Firstly, there’s the problem of the characters. Annoyingly, this book decides to skip the bother of character development in favour of the much easier tactic of emotional manipulation. Compelling, complex and interesting characters clearly aren’t necessary as long as you provide enough trauma and misfortunes in their lives, no? No. It seemed that just about everything unfortunate under the sun that could possibly happen to a person had happened to Linda and Thomas in The Last Time They Met: the deaths of parents, spouses and children, rape, terrible accidents (which leave them remarkably unscathed), alcoholic children. The list goes on, but it would be just as tedious to continue to list them as it was to read about them. Even more annoyingly, half of these incidents were totally irrelevant to the plot and so it seemed an unnecessarily desperate attempt to add pathos. As I refused to be taken in by this lazy way of trying to make Linda and Thomas appear relatable, I rather found them irritating, angsty and selfish, which is hardly a winning combination.
Secondly, there’s the plot, which essentially comprises the aforementioned irritating, angsty, selfish characters trying to resist each other, having sex and then being torn apart by circumstances. However, in order to try and make things different, this book starts at the end when Linda and Thomas meet for the last time and then gradually works backwards through their three encounters. In some books, this works; this is not one of them. Usually, books which adopt this technique drop a trail of intriguing hints about what has gone before designed to pique the reader’s interest, but not in this book. Instead, there are vague references to the past which are neither sufficiently expanded to hook the reader in to want to know the missing details, nor opaque enough to lead the reader to think that something is being deliberately hidden. It was like standing and listening politely to two people talking about occasions from their shared past, but who never mention any specifics because the two of them don’t need to: I felt excluded but not really all that bothered about being left out because I couldn’t bring myself to be interested. The way the book ended was truly dire; I’m not going to say what it was, but it was abrupt, unskilled and once again going for shock value over narrative development. Had I been expecting any better by this point I would have been very disappointed.
Finally, there is the fact that The Last Time They Met takes itself so seriously. Obviously, given the list of terrible things which happens to the characters, I wasn’t expecting this book to be sweetness and light, but there is no levity at all. Despite this, the author is prone to saying some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read, which seem all the sillier by dint of being supposedly so weighty. My absolute favourite has to be this little gem:
"But she willed her antennae not to locate Thomas, who must have been behind her or absent altogether. So that when she was seated at the back of the bus and watched him board, she felt both surprise and embarrassment, the embarrassment for his sudden emasculation, his having to ride a bus as schoolchildren did." (pp. 22-23)
Public transport? No! The shame! The horror! The sheer, unadulterated girliness. Clearly nothing is more feminine or juvenile than the bus. I genuinely have no idea what Anita Shreve was driving at with this pearl of wisdom, but it provided me with the only entertaining moment in the whole book — sadly so early on — so I can only be grateful for its baffling presence.
Firstly, there’s the problem of the characters. Annoyingly, this book decides to skip the bother of character development in favour of the much easier tactic of emotional manipulation. Compelling, complex and interesting characters clearly aren’t necessary as long as you provide enough trauma and misfortunes in their lives, no? No. It seemed that just about everything unfortunate under the sun that could possibly happen to a person had happened to Linda and Thomas in The Last Time They Met: the deaths of parents, spouses and children, rape, terrible accidents (which leave them remarkably unscathed), alcoholic children. The list goes on, but it would be just as tedious to continue to list them as it was to read about them. Even more annoyingly, half of these incidents were totally irrelevant to the plot and so it seemed an unnecessarily desperate attempt to add pathos. As I refused to be taken in by this lazy way of trying to make Linda and Thomas appear relatable, I rather found them irritating, angsty and selfish, which is hardly a winning combination.
Secondly, there’s the plot, which essentially comprises the aforementioned irritating, angsty, selfish characters trying to resist each other, having sex and then being torn apart by circumstances. However, in order to try and make things different, this book starts at the end when Linda and Thomas meet for the last time and then gradually works backwards through their three encounters. In some books, this works; this is not one of them. Usually, books which adopt this technique drop a trail of intriguing hints about what has gone before designed to pique the reader’s interest, but not in this book. Instead, there are vague references to the past which are neither sufficiently expanded to hook the reader in to want to know the missing details, nor opaque enough to lead the reader to think that something is being deliberately hidden. It was like standing and listening politely to two people talking about occasions from their shared past, but who never mention any specifics because the two of them don’t need to: I felt excluded but not really all that bothered about being left out because I couldn’t bring myself to be interested. The way the book ended was truly dire; I’m not going to say what it was, but it was abrupt, unskilled and once again going for shock value over narrative development. Had I been expecting any better by this point I would have been very disappointed.
Finally, there is the fact that The Last Time They Met takes itself so seriously. Obviously, given the list of terrible things which happens to the characters, I wasn’t expecting this book to be sweetness and light, but there is no levity at all. Despite this, the author is prone to saying some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read, which seem all the sillier by dint of being supposedly so weighty. My absolute favourite has to be this little gem:
"But she willed her antennae not to locate Thomas, who must have been behind her or absent altogether. So that when she was seated at the back of the bus and watched him board, she felt both surprise and embarrassment, the embarrassment for his sudden emasculation, his having to ride a bus as schoolchildren did." (pp. 22-23)
Public transport? No! The shame! The horror! The sheer, unadulterated girliness. Clearly nothing is more feminine or juvenile than the bus. I genuinely have no idea what Anita Shreve was driving at with this pearl of wisdom, but it provided me with the only entertaining moment in the whole book — sadly so early on — so I can only be grateful for its baffling presence.
This is my favorite book by Shreve. She puts together such a great story about two lovers.
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This is a beautifully written and engaging book. I appreciated the uniqueness of the reverse chronology of the narrative. The unexpected ending was fairly brilliant storytelling, but I felt cheated. Not only for the obvious reason that Linda died in the car crash; I'm somewhat haunted by Thomas's demise as well. This paragraph made me almost wish I had not made any emotional investment in the book at all:
"Thomas...who will one day win a prize, and then will lose his daughter and, shortly before four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon in Toronto, will take his own life--the weight of his losses finally too much to bear." [emphasis mine]
This is a beautifully written and engaging book. I appreciated the uniqueness of the reverse chronology of the narrative. The unexpected ending was fairly brilliant storytelling, but I felt cheated. Not only for the obvious reason that Linda died in the car crash; I'm somewhat haunted by Thomas's demise as well. This paragraph made me almost wish I had not made any emotional investment in the book at all:
"Thomas...who will one day win a prize, and then will lose his daughter and, shortly before four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon in Toronto, will take his own life--the weight of his losses finally too much to bear." [emphasis mine]
When you get frustrated with a book from the very beginning, it's tough to end up liking the book. It's got to have a lot of redeeming characteristics throughout the rest of the book. This book didn't have that. I was momentarily excited by the fact that Thomas appeared in The Weight of Water, but that coincidence was merely that-it had nothing to do with the other book (which I liked much better). Shreve is easy to read and I do like her descriptive language, but this book was too disjointed to follow.
3.5 STARS
"From the last time Linda and Thomas meet, at a charmless hotel in a distant city, to the moment, thirty-five years earlier, when a chance encounter on a rocky beach binds them fatefully together, this hypnotically compelling novel unfolds a tale of intense passion, drama, and suspense." (From Amazon)
Poet -Thomas from Weight of Water- wants to restart a relationship with fellow poet Linda. They had broken up years ago and lived a life with others and now are re-united at a literary conference.
"From the last time Linda and Thomas meet, at a charmless hotel in a distant city, to the moment, thirty-five years earlier, when a chance encounter on a rocky beach binds them fatefully together, this hypnotically compelling novel unfolds a tale of intense passion, drama, and suspense." (From Amazon)
Poet -Thomas from Weight of Water- wants to restart a relationship with fellow poet Linda. They had broken up years ago and lived a life with others and now are re-united at a literary conference.
adventurous
inspiring
medium-paced
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Always entranced by Shreve’s writing but this novel seems to bog down in the middle. The ending suspends disbelief—not sure how to feel about it.
One of the first Anita Shreve books I read - and for book club. Liked the ending. I think this is tied to another book - it was enough to make me read all of her other books based on my experience with this one. I believe the book club as a whole liked it as well.