Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC of
The Mythmakers.
The premise was intriguing and the writing is great, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I had hoped.
I thought there would be elements of suspense or drama, but this is really a story about a reclusive author, his humble beginnings as a writer, the women he loved, and the unfinished manuscript he left behind.
I'm torn about these types of novels; the writing is usually top notch, with good character development and descriptions, but I'm always left wondering, "What's the point?"
Why should I care about this author? These people? His story, his life?
Because I don't. I didn't.
I understand Sal's desire to learn more about the author soon spiraled into an obsession since her own life, personal and professional, had and was crumbling.
She needed something to focus on, to understand, to make sense of, since her life was a mess.
Still, I couldn't understand why she treated Hugh the way she did; drunk dialing, ignoring his calls and her responsibilities.
Her behavior was more like a teenager's or 20 year old instead of a grown adult, but I do know adults who act like children.
I didn't like Sal, or Moira, maybe Wes.
Like I mentioned earlier, the writing is great, but wordy, very, very wordy.
Descriptions of what Sal is doing and thinking and seeing seem to run pages, paragraphs and paragraphs long, when just a paragraph or a few sentences would do.
This is a character study of an author, told from his POV, and from the POVs of the people who love him.
He's not very likable or talented, nor memorable yet not very surprisingly, and quite cliche, that he be surrounded by intelligent, talented women whose ambitions are curtailed by their love for him and their own self doubt.