A review by holyhekkador
סוס אחד נכנס לבר by David Grossman, דויד גרוסמן

3.0

I don't know why I didn't enjoy this book. I feel like it was trying so so so so so hard to create a piece of meaningful art that each element was super obvious in what it was trying to do. I know that humor wasn't really the point of this book, but it's bold to make you spend 200 pages with an unfunny comedian. Though of course that's the predicament of the audience in this book. Unlike the audience, though, I wasn't actually listening to a real-live person recount a tragic formative memory, and didn't owe the narrator anything that people owe to each other. I still read the whole thing, but it was a slog.