Our Evenings By Alan Hollinghurst - Review

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  • Опубликовано: 24 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 9

  • @bibliosophie
    @bibliosophie Месяц назад +1

    currently reading and entirely agree that it’s verrrryyyyy slow and long. i feel like almost any 50-page chunk can be excised. and yet, it’s not bothered me - i’m just plodding along with dave & co

  • @ahbooks3
    @ahbooks3 Месяц назад

    I picked this up today and I’m currently very much in the beginning ( Chapter 5). It’s very old school, Julian Barnes style writing about old men reminiscing and I’m a bit bored. I really hope I get into the rhythm of it eventually

  • @TheEmzies
    @TheEmzies 7 дней назад

    The book suffered for me from a lack of tension. I also thought that there would be more tension between liberal arts and conservatism but it didn't eventuate. My conclusion was that the world didn't need another story about a British public schoolboy.

  • @danhamilton7990
    @danhamilton7990 Месяц назад +1

    Would you consider reviewing a great book The House In The Cerulean Sea
    Great book that needs a wider readership
    You are the best reviewer of books on RUclips
    Thanks

    • @zebrahead89
      @zebrahead89 Месяц назад +4

      Does the book really need a wider audience? It has shit ton of reviews and ratings all around the internet already. What's your criteria of wider audience? The whole population of the world?

    • @danhamilton7990
      @danhamilton7990 Месяц назад

      @@zebrahead89 it doesn’t have your review which I think would be amazing

    • @zebrahead89
      @zebrahead89 Месяц назад

      @@danhamilton7990 well if you're serious, I read it last year. I think I'd rate 3,5/5.

    • @danhamilton7990
      @danhamilton7990 Месяц назад

      @@zebrahead89 Have you reviewed Appleseed by Matt Bell My last question and I’ll leave you alone!

    • @pierrebrouard5090
      @pierrebrouard5090 16 дней назад

      Ironically I loved the very things you didn’t! The slow pacing, the fragmentary nature of memory, the way Dave opens up and closes down (leaving him somewhat unknowable), ends not being tied. Perhaps one feels differently about things from an older person’s point of view (I’m a 65 year old gay man who lived through some of the novel’s territory, albeit from another country) because one is left with a lingering melancholy in looking back, realising how unreliable and episodic memory is. I did not want the book to end, I craved more. And so I appreciate Hollinghurst for this work as it really spoke to me.