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A review by bianca89279
The Lost Book of Adana Moreau by Michael Zapata
3.0
The Lost Book Of Adana Moreau had potential, in the beginning, I was certain it was going to be right up my alley. For a little while, the writing had that magical Latin American atmosphere, a la Garcia-Marquez or Isabella Allende.
Zapata tried to do too many things, went on too many tangents, covered too much ground in too few pages. The omniscient third-person narration, the jumping around in time and space and too much telling without enough showing kept me at a distance and disengaged.
The books mentioned by Zapata were mostly sci-fi, majority of them unknown to me as I don't read the genre, but not the reason for not loving this novel.
Displacement, longing for lost parents, searching for knowledge, revolutions, natural disasters are some of the themes of this novel. There's also a quest to find the physicist Maxwell Moreau, Adana's Moreau son, who seemed to have disappeared. Unfortunately, there's never enough to sink your teeth into and the ending itself was unsatisfactory.
I'm sorry to say, this was the novel that could but didn't. In saying all that, there were enough sparkling paragraphs, so I'm going to give Zapata another chance to impress me.
Zapata tried to do too many things, went on too many tangents, covered too much ground in too few pages. The omniscient third-person narration, the jumping around in time and space and too much telling without enough showing kept me at a distance and disengaged.
The books mentioned by Zapata were mostly sci-fi, majority of them unknown to me as I don't read the genre, but not the reason for not loving this novel.
Displacement, longing for lost parents, searching for knowledge, revolutions, natural disasters are some of the themes of this novel. There's also a quest to find the physicist Maxwell Moreau, Adana's Moreau son, who seemed to have disappeared. Unfortunately, there's never enough to sink your teeth into and the ending itself was unsatisfactory.
I'm sorry to say, this was the novel that could but didn't. In saying all that, there were enough sparkling paragraphs, so I'm going to give Zapata another chance to impress me.