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ronan_lynch 's review for:
Dear Life
by Alice Munro
DNF at 21% (after having read the first two stories in the book and seeing from other reviewers that it only gets worse).
A quote from the first story perfectly summarizes what I had to endure: "His writing seemed intelligent but she did not care anything about it."
It's like a writer without any imagination whatsoever tried to write fantasy. There's just no substance, nothing of value. As I was trudging through the masses of words, I felt sad that people wasted their time on editing and publishing this.
There was also switching from proper dialogue writing style:
"Something something," he said looking out the window.
"Something something," she said biting her lip.
to just describing the contents of the dialogue, therefore omitting any gestures and hidden emotions we could receive that way, and therefore the feeling of one character talking to another one was erased, and instead it was the author talking and talking and talking only borrowing her character's lives to do so.
A quote from the first story perfectly summarizes what I had to endure: "His writing seemed intelligent but she did not care anything about it."
It's like a writer without any imagination whatsoever tried to write fantasy. There's just no substance, nothing of value. As I was trudging through the masses of words, I felt sad that people wasted their time on editing and publishing this.
There was also switching from proper dialogue writing style:
"Something something," he said looking out the window.
"Something something," she said biting her lip.
to just describing the contents of the dialogue, therefore omitting any gestures and hidden emotions we could receive that way, and therefore the feeling of one character talking to another one was erased, and instead it was the author talking and talking and talking only borrowing her character's lives to do so.