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A review by bookapotamus
Ok, Mr. Field by Katharine Kilalea
3.0
I'm not really sure how to describe this book. It's very odd, a bit sad, somewhat quirky, extremely claustrophobic, and very unnerving. It made me feel uncomfortable, and I do believe that may have been it's intention.
Mr. Field is losing his mind. He's a trained concert pianist in London until horrible train accident shatters his wrist and he can no longer play as he did. He becomes a recluse, his partner leaves him, and the entire story told from inside a mind that is slowly losing it's grip on reality. There aren't really many other characters aside from Mim, who left, and an odd obsession he has with his new home's former owner, but again, it's all in his head. Any interactions, conversations, are stemmed from a mind gone mad.
There's a big deal about the house he purchases, a character in itself, one that is designed like LeCorbusier's Villa Savoye (if you google it, you'll probably recognize it if you know art and architecture at all). I found this part interesting though, being an artist, but I didn't really connect with the house as I believe intended. The house is sort of the beginning of the end, as he's first introduced to it's architectural uniqueness staring at a photo in a newspaper, just minutes before the train accident.
I thought the writing was exquisite, but the musings of a mad man were rambling and obsessive (understandably - the point I suppose) and I didn't like feeling uncomfortable, and thought it was a bit uninteresting and somewhat boring at a times.
Mr. Field is losing his mind. He's a trained concert pianist in London until horrible train accident shatters his wrist and he can no longer play as he did. He becomes a recluse, his partner leaves him, and the entire story told from inside a mind that is slowly losing it's grip on reality. There aren't really many other characters aside from Mim, who left, and an odd obsession he has with his new home's former owner, but again, it's all in his head. Any interactions, conversations, are stemmed from a mind gone mad.
There's a big deal about the house he purchases, a character in itself, one that is designed like LeCorbusier's Villa Savoye (if you google it, you'll probably recognize it if you know art and architecture at all). I found this part interesting though, being an artist, but I didn't really connect with the house as I believe intended. The house is sort of the beginning of the end, as he's first introduced to it's architectural uniqueness staring at a photo in a newspaper, just minutes before the train accident.
I thought the writing was exquisite, but the musings of a mad man were rambling and obsessive (understandably - the point I suppose) and I didn't like feeling uncomfortable, and thought it was a bit uninteresting and somewhat boring at a times.