Literary fiction about rock climbers... I am poised to like this, but 20% of the way through it, I'm not sure if it lives up to the amazing Amazon reviews.
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I stopped reading this. It just didn't seem like a great book, which mystifies me.
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Okay, I just read some reviews. Maybe I need to pick this up again. I mean The Guardian, The Economist, and The Observer are way more sophisticated than I am...
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Okay! I'm done, and I STAND by my original assessment. This book is crap! Sure, there is a love story at the heart of it, and everyone can cheer when the good girl gets the guy. Sure, the climbing scenes are... interesting and harrowing, although I would much rather read a well-written account of a real-life adventure (i.e. "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer"). And actually the writing is good -- I like Mawer's language, his prose. BUT what I missed in this book was an insightful exploration of human emotion and relationships. I have come to realize that THAT is what compels me to read a book... It's all about the characters... not how much I like them, not about their experiences specifically, but about probing their minds, understanding their relationships. And I felt that this was missing entirely from this book. The characters were largely types, and I never felt like I got under their surfaces in any meaningful way.
And the ending KILLED me with (a) its predictability and (b) it's cheesy twist. I mean, COME ON, can the big mystery secret really be revealed on literally the last page in a letter found on a dead man???
Sorry, Economist, but I respectfully disagree (with passion!) on this one.