John Updike - Seek My Face (one)
John Updike – Seek my face
I started reading Updike because one of my friends says he’s his favourite writer. We’re not friends anymore, but that’s neither here nor there.
I feel I suffered through the book a bit. Not to my taste it is written as a whole, without breaks or chapters, without even any real brakes in the story. Just the old woman, talking to the younger woman, about the men and the Art. Boring, and tedious in itself. The very idea of writing this book seemed slightly ridiculous to me through most of it. Like a hunger strike on a tight rope.
But, in having finished it, I must admit that there was some subtle enjoyment in it. For it IS very well written, very secure in it self, and if it doesn’t sweep you along with it to any new and magical places, it gives you a comfy feeling like an old couch.
I started reading Updike because one of my friends says he’s his favourite writer. We’re not friends anymore, but that’s neither here nor there.
I feel I suffered through the book a bit. Not to my taste it is written as a whole, without breaks or chapters, without even any real brakes in the story. Just the old woman, talking to the younger woman, about the men and the Art. Boring, and tedious in itself. The very idea of writing this book seemed slightly ridiculous to me through most of it. Like a hunger strike on a tight rope.
But, in having finished it, I must admit that there was some subtle enjoyment in it. For it IS very well written, very secure in it self, and if it doesn’t sweep you along with it to any new and magical places, it gives you a comfy feeling like an old couch.
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