chaoticmissadventures 's review for:

Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal

2.75

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 Sometimes classics hit right and you understand why they are standing the test of time, and sometimes not at all. Unfortunately this is one of those lesser times. I hate the repetitive nature of his writing the same sentence is written 75 times in a very short book. You really need to know your philosophy and Eastern European literary critics (he throws a bunch of dead white men's names at you just to let you know he knows who they are), though I do appreciate his mentions of Chinese scholars also. There are a lot of scenes with bodily fluids and functions that came off as incredibly juvenile. 
Luckily this will probably not stick with me, I cannot imagine me remembering much of this very slim volume, where nothing much happens for very long. I was hoping to get a feel of Prague from it before my trip this week but now I am just hoping women are treated better today in Czech then this guy sees them