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The Constant Eye
The erotic, intense second novel from the author of the acclaimed The Last Look .
176 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
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Candida Clark
8 books3 followersCandida Clark is the author of six novels including The Last Look (1998) and The Constant Eye (2000). She has also written film-scripts, short stories, poetry and criticism.
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June 28, 2020
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I suffered through this novel. Parts of it were excruciatingly bad. I see what the author was trying to do with this story, but it was poorly executed.
It's true that some women love too much, and some men are callous towards those who love them. (The opposite is also true. And some of these people who love too much, or too little, may or may not be writers/authors.) But the novel stretched this out, one bad simile after another, until my brain wanted to stab itself with a rusted fork.
And all the MANY references to the ocean, to the moon or the sun rippling its light over the water...then the woman goes and drowns herself. Bit much.
Also, I'm not sure what was going on with the woman on the train. Was that his wife? Was that an amalgamation of all the women he's ever screwed on trains?! No idea.
It was a confused mess. Pretentious. Makes me wonder how it was published by "Vintage", who usually show better sense and taste.
The only reason I didn't DNF this is because I've got nothing better to do during this endless pandemic lockdown. The sense of claustrophobia and spiritual pain this novel spawned in me reflected the feelings brought on by the lockdown. So it felt fitting that I keep reading it, teeth gritted, until the bitter end. Because I like the pain.
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I suffered through this novel. Parts of it were excruciatingly bad. I see what the author was trying to do with this story, but it was poorly executed.
It's true that some women love too much, and some men are callous towards those who love them. (The opposite is also true. And some of these people who love too much, or too little, may or may not be writers/authors.) But the novel stretched this out, one bad simile after another, until my brain wanted to stab itself with a rusted fork.
And all the MANY references to the ocean, to the moon or the sun rippling its light over the water...then the woman goes and drowns herself. Bit much.
Also, I'm not sure what was going on with the woman on the train. Was that his wife? Was that an amalgamation of all the women he's ever screwed on trains?! No idea.
It was a confused mess. Pretentious. Makes me wonder how it was published by "Vintage", who usually show better sense and taste.
The only reason I didn't DNF this is because I've got nothing better to do during this endless pandemic lockdown. The sense of claustrophobia and spiritual pain this novel spawned in me reflected the feelings brought on by the lockdown. So it felt fitting that I keep reading it, teeth gritted, until the bitter end. Because I like the pain.
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August 11, 2023
2.5// there's only so much you can do with beautiful writing, the book went from a straight 4 to a 3 and then 3.5 and then finally to 2.5
December 23, 2009
A little complicated to me. Yet it's a powerful read. Worth reading. It mingles about two characters, male and female. And the love between them is different, difficult perhaps. It tells that there'll only be one victor in the end. Either the man or woman. The stronger one survives.
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