A review by wendoxford
Running in the Family by Michael Ondaatje

2.0

Completely split about this book. I loved the poetry, not just the poems but some of the sections of writing conjuring up a whole other world in sparingly selected language. I also loved the non linear structure and endless changes of style memoir/reportage/gossip/fiction/poetry/surreal travel guide.

However at the centre of this crafted prose is a drunken controlling man, the author's father. The core of the book, for me, read like an ode to a lush without any attempt at emotional connection. For such a wealth of family memory it is extraordinarily lifeless.