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3.51 AVERAGE
3.51 AVERAGE
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
mysterious
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
so confused
Content Warnings
Graphic: Blood
challenging
inspiring
fast-paced
challenging
funny
lighthearted
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
challenging
dark
mysterious
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
reflective
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
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“I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.”
Hook, line, and sinker. Alright Brautigan, you've got me.
I struggling to articulate why I was so drawn to this story. Perhaps it was the economy with which he presented suggestions and subtle imagery of his dystopian world. Or maybe it was simply the complete and utter uniqueness of his bell-jar utopia in which everything is messily confined. My questions clearly exceed his answers. Shouldn't that frustrate me? Shouldn't that leave me resenting him for not giving me more?
How did the old world come to it's end and this new utopia of watermelon sugar and Forgotten things come to exist as he presents them? Why does nobody remember what that past looked like, despite their sentimentality over their own dead?
Why tigers? Why inBOIL's allegiance to them?
Why does the idealised convent of passive cultists take on as mundane of a name as "iDEATH"?
These are just a few of the dozens of questions I've mentally collected over the very brief plot. It's such an odd and seemingly inconsequential space he shepherded me through. Maybe it's just the sheer originality of his world-building that drew me in, and the minimalism with which he conjured it. His voice is starting to take on a Hemmingway or (to make a modern comparison) Saunders' style... but much less focussed and more satyrical.
As this "review" has shown, my thoughts are just as unclear as the foggy world he's constructed. But I was fascinated by the experience all the same.
85
“I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.”
Hook, line, and sinker. Alright Brautigan, you've got me.
I struggling to articulate why I was so drawn to this story. Perhaps it was the economy with which he presented suggestions and subtle imagery of his dystopian world. Or maybe it was simply the complete and utter uniqueness of his bell-jar utopia in which everything is messily confined. My questions clearly exceed his answers. Shouldn't that frustrate me? Shouldn't that leave me resenting him for not giving me more?
How did the old world come to it's end and this new utopia of watermelon sugar and Forgotten things come to exist as he presents them? Why does nobody remember what that past looked like, despite their sentimentality over their own dead?
Why tigers? Why inBOIL's allegiance to them?
Why does the idealised convent of passive cultists take on as mundane of a name as "iDEATH"?
These are just a few of the dozens of questions I've mentally collected over the very brief plot. It's such an odd and seemingly inconsequential space he shepherded me through. Maybe it's just the sheer originality of his world-building that drew me in, and the minimalism with which he conjured it. His voice is starting to take on a Hemmingway or (to make a modern comparison) Saunders' style... but much less focussed and more satyrical.
As this "review" has shown, my thoughts are just as unclear as the foggy world he's constructed. But I was fascinated by the experience all the same.
85
Weird, strange, confusing and yet so intriguing... Harry Styles has a good taste.