The first novel is already a classic. It’s perfect and intricately weaved. Wistful and nostalgic. It’s also sad. Almost tragic. Five stars for this first book.
The second novel was originally serialised between 2013 and 2015. It’s supposed to be the sequel to the first. Meandering, fantastical, contrived, and mildly confusing, I only enjoyed its second half. But it is amusing to find out what happened to some of the characters from the original novel. Whether it’s just too ambitious or pretentious depends on your literary taste. Overall I still like it. It resonates with my sentiments — well, at times. Three stars, perhaps.
It’s obvious the author is obsessed with memory and the past. Time to move on?
ITS A MASTERPIECE. Highly recommended (emotional enough for all the capital typing). A book full of humanism and heartwarming memories between different generations. Epic and difficult structure and creative attempts. LOVE IT.
The sequel takes a noticeable downturn, to the point where you start wondering why it’s a novel at all when what the author really seems to want is to write a series of political essays.