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The Swimming-Pool Library by Alan Hollinghurst
1.0
In all fairness, I stopped reading this.
But it wasn't that I lost interest or just didn't have the time to finish this. Reading this wasn't a chore, either. No, I stopped reading this in disgust. A terrible story for terrible people.
Content Warnings for this book: racial fetishization, everyone is gay and wants to sleep with you, the job of the rich is to be rich and interesting, you have sex with everyone all the time and the rest of the plot (and your life) is just there to support you having more sex with everyone, you sleep with people just because your loved ones want them, you take accessible seating to watch a man you want to sleep with... The list of badness goes on and on.
To elaborate on a few of the aforementioned points: the unlikable protagonist, in his never ending quest for all the gay sex with everyone, takes up the handicapped seat on the tram, and suggests he would pretend to be handicapped if asked to move. This is done for the sole purpose of ogling a guy from the gym he wants to sleep with. Actually, worse: he only wants to sleep with him because his friend likes the guy. God help me.
I also own The Line of Beauty. When the disgust for this book is a few years in the past, I might give it a go.
But it wasn't that I lost interest or just didn't have the time to finish this. Reading this wasn't a chore, either. No, I stopped reading this in disgust. A terrible story for terrible people.
Content Warnings for this book: racial fetishization, everyone is gay and wants to sleep with you, the job of the rich is to be rich and interesting, you have sex with everyone all the time and the rest of the plot (and your life) is just there to support you having more sex with everyone, you sleep with people just because your loved ones want them, you take accessible seating to watch a man you want to sleep with... The list of badness goes on and on.
To elaborate on a few of the aforementioned points: the unlikable protagonist, in his never ending quest for all the gay sex with everyone, takes up the handicapped seat on the tram, and suggests he would pretend to be handicapped if asked to move. This is done for the sole purpose of ogling a guy from the gym he wants to sleep with. Actually, worse: he only wants to sleep with him because his friend likes the guy. God help me.
I also own The Line of Beauty. When the disgust for this book is a few years in the past, I might give it a go.