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A review by bjr2022
Falconer by John Cheever
3.0
I'm glad I read Falconer, I admire the writing, but I don't think I will want to reread this book.
Cheever masterfully wrote men (and I do mean men, not women) in their most degraded state. Because of this, the humor, when it came, made me belly laugh, and, for that, I love the book. Degraded men stuck in a cage with nothing to lose have nothing to do but talk. And talk, they do.
I grew up near Sing Sing, which I'm guessing is the model for Falconer. Cheever, who lived near me, may have even been an acquaintance of my parents; my mother Edna Robinson revered his writing. I've come late to the party, but I understand the reverence. Next, I'll read his short stories.
Cheever masterfully wrote men (and I do mean men, not women) in their most degraded state. Because of this, the humor, when it came, made me belly laugh, and, for that, I love the book. Degraded men stuck in a cage with nothing to lose have nothing to do but talk. And talk, they do.
I grew up near Sing Sing, which I'm guessing is the model for Falconer. Cheever, who lived near me, may have even been an acquaintance of my parents; my mother Edna Robinson revered his writing. I've come late to the party, but I understand the reverence. Next, I'll read his short stories.