A review by charlesrop
Montana 1948 by Larry Watson

2.0

its definitely a book

EDIT: is the narrator a kid? Or an adult looking back on being a kid? If he's a kid, why does he make weird meta comments about the prose like "my use of the passive voice is intentional"? If he's an adult (which is the case), why is he so averse to poetic language? The vocabulary and poetic qualities are limited in a way that affects a child's POV, yet we find out at the end (barely a spoiler coming up) that he's a history teacher reflecting on his childhood. The style and perspective of this book is flawed on such a basic level. And I'm mad about it. Fuck, I'm so pissed off. I need to be around my candles.