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A review by sterling8
Frankissstein by Jeanette Winterson
1.0
Couldn't do it.
I was feeling under the weather and this was not the book I needed. It is absolutely florid in its language, ridiculously so IMO.
I'll give you a quote from the first few pages of the book. Mary Shelley has decided to walk naked across the chilly and rainy shore of Lake Geneva, as you do. There is a bit of explicit discussion of body parts, so here's your chance to avoid that if you aren't interested.
"...though I am not an inventor of machines I am an inventor of dreams.
Yet I wish I had a cat.
... My nipples are like the teats of a rain-god. My pubic hair, always thick, teems like a dark shoal. The rain increases steady as a waterfall and me inside it. My eyelids are drenched. I'm wiping my eyeballs with my fists.
Shakespeare. He coined that word: eyeball. What play is it in? Eyeball?"
That is the stream of consciousness nonsense I read and I was not up for it. I don't want to read about teats like a rain-god or similar metaphors. YMMV.
I was feeling under the weather and this was not the book I needed. It is absolutely florid in its language, ridiculously so IMO.
I'll give you a quote from the first few pages of the book. Mary Shelley has decided to walk naked across the chilly and rainy shore of Lake Geneva, as you do. There is a bit of explicit discussion of body parts, so here's your chance to avoid that if you aren't interested.
"...though I am not an inventor of machines I am an inventor of dreams.
Yet I wish I had a cat.
... My nipples are like the teats of a rain-god. My pubic hair, always thick, teems like a dark shoal. The rain increases steady as a waterfall and me inside it. My eyelids are drenched. I'm wiping my eyeballs with my fists.
Shakespeare. He coined that word: eyeball. What play is it in? Eyeball?"
That is the stream of consciousness nonsense I read and I was not up for it. I don't want to read about teats like a rain-god or similar metaphors. YMMV.