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A review by savaging
Summertime by J.M. Coetzee
4.0
Is this clear-sightedness? A splurge of white-man guilt? An extended humble-brag?
I'm so taken by Coetzee's ideas, that I'm also defensive of him against himself. He portrays himself through the minds of others as a bland, cold, awkward, limp fish of a person. Unpleasant, even repulsive. It almost feels spiteful. Too much, like someone crying boo hoo no one loves me, except in supreme detachment, cold and clear, to illustrate that no one can love him because he's supremely detached, cold and clear.
I'm so taken by Coetzee's ideas, that I'm also defensive of him against himself. He portrays himself through the minds of others as a bland, cold, awkward, limp fish of a person. Unpleasant, even repulsive. It almost feels spiteful. Too much, like someone crying boo hoo no one loves me, except in supreme detachment, cold and clear, to illustrate that no one can love him because he's supremely detached, cold and clear.