Okay -- over at Readerville the feeling was similar to your's - his body language indicated that he didn't want to be there, but he was gracious about it and Oprah didn't press him. (I can't believe I forgot it was on.)
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
A sweet story of father-son love? Uh, yeah, that's not exactly what I got out of The Road. Like, the kid was the only thing keeping the father from going completely feral. And the baby on the barbecue. There was a hell of a lot more going on in that novel than that the guy loved his kid. Although he did.
body language indicated that he didn't want to be there, but he was gracious about it and Oprah didn't press him.
that's cool. I love people behaving like grown ups!
It has the charm of novelty.
One of my favorite prose stylists, Annie Dillard, has a new novel out.
Some gorgeous examples of that prose:
“in her company he wrapped himself in misery like a robe. Between them self-consciousness bulked as a river silts its channel.”
“His hot eyes cooled. Invisible clouds blocked the sky and its atmospheres where noises of people dissolve. The sea beside him, a monster with a lace hem, drained east.”
“Twice a day behind their house the tide boarded the sand. Four times a year the seasons flopped over. Clams live like this, but without so much reading.”
I regret to have to say I dislike Annie Dillard's prose style enough that I wasn't able to make it through that famous book she wrote. Um, the one about the pond, or whatever it was.
But I did babysit for her 5 year old daughter Rosie once, when I was in high school. What a rambunctious kid.
Um, the one about the pond, or whatever it was.
corrected:
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
I regret to have to say I dislike Annie Dillard's prose style enough that I wasn't able to make it through that famous book she wrote.
Oh, good, I was sitting here thinking, "Oh, dear, there goes my literary sophistication, that's some fairly overwrought stuff."
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. (I just went and looked it up.)
I am more an E. B. White kind of prose style fan.
Yeah, Annie Dillard is a little ... well, overwrought is as good a word as any. For me, anyway.