Scan barcode
A review by _rusalka
Pelagia and the White Bulldog by Boris Akunin
3.0
I seem to entice traps when I pick up a book. I think I am reading a book that is a murder mystery, or a historical fiction, or some dabbling in magic realism.
And then all of a sudden, I am transported back to a lecture theatre where some guy is lecturing us on some obscure theory.
With powerpoints, but he doesn't know how to use PowerPoint. So he has copied his entire lecture text on to one slide in PowerPoint. But as the text box is too large, he can't use the slideshow function (actually, I doubt he fucking knows what that is anyway), and so scrolls down the screen of his text box of black 12 point text on the grey background screen of the program for a 60 mins of my life I will never get back.
Right, so now we have established I am still traumatised from an anthropology course I took (and quickly dropped after 3 weeks of this not getting better) 15 years ago, we can appreciate I dislike when I think of and re-live this when I read.
It's a murder mystery with nuns in 18th C Russia. Stop lecturing me on moral philosophy!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUN?!?!
When the book was just murder and mystery, it was fun. When it felt like the School of Philosophy had commandeered my lounge room for their weekly meetings (which is a joke, my School of Philosophy doesn't believe in meetings. Ever.) not so much.
And then all of a sudden, I am transported back to a lecture theatre where some guy is lecturing us on some obscure theory.
With powerpoints, but he doesn't know how to use PowerPoint. So he has copied his entire lecture text on to one slide in PowerPoint. But as the text box is too large, he can't use the slideshow function (actually, I doubt he fucking knows what that is anyway), and so scrolls down the screen of his text box of black 12 point text on the grey background screen of the program for a 60 mins of my life I will never get back.
Right, so now we have established I am still traumatised from an anthropology course I took (and quickly dropped after 3 weeks of this not getting better) 15 years ago, we can appreciate I dislike when I think of and re-live this when I read.
It's a murder mystery with nuns in 18th C Russia. Stop lecturing me on moral philosophy!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUN?!?!
When the book was just murder and mystery, it was fun. When it felt like the School of Philosophy had commandeered my lounge room for their weekly meetings (which is a joke, my School of Philosophy doesn't believe in meetings. Ever.) not so much.