I was lucky enough to win a copy of Mean in a Librarything Giveaway.
An intriguing little novellette, featuring the monologue of one person fighting what they perceive to be'evil' inside of them; it feels like an exploration of morality, revenge and human nature.
At first, as the whole story is written in first person, I found it difficult to tell if the author isn't so great with grammar, or if she is just writing in a way that is reflective of the grammatically incorrect way that people tend to talk. Either way, it seemed to work, until the protagonist says 'Grammar is a passion of mine'. At that point, the novel's style stoped disguising its unfortunate failling.
The protagonist, Cassandra, is an egocentric, selifish, vile human being; she claims she is not a sociopath because she can feel empathy, she just 'cant be bothered'. I find her to be immature and just as annoying as the people she claims to hate. Despite the fact that she suffered torture and witnessed her father's murder at the age of 16, I am under the impression that Cassandra's problems are more deep rooted than those that may be caused by this, indeed, I'd say she was the way she is before that even happened, if her account is to be believed.
I found Mean to be quite an engaging read. I didn't enjoy it at all, but it wasn't badly written, or even a bad idea. I think my apathy, which bordered on distaste, stemmed from my own opinion of the incessant whinging of this totally immature fool of a protagonist. To be brutally honest, even half way through - I didn't care if she was going to kill someone or not. I just wished she'd die herself. Yet I'm not going to bore you all with more of a rant about it. I did, however, quite enjoy the ending. I'm not sure if I was being a little obtuse, but I didn't see it coming until it was almost upon me, and I enjoyed it for that.
I'd be intrigued to read more of Renata F Barcelo's work; as I say, this isn't a badly written book. In fact, it may be that it is an exceptionally well written book, that has evoked such a powerful feeling by making me feel nothing for the protagonist, and centre of the story.