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Read as part of The Infinite Variety Reading Challenge, based on the BBC's Big Read Poll of 2003.
There's absolutely nothing positive to say about this book. So, let's directly jump into why it was so dreadfully bad.
The narrative was simply unbelievable. I don't mean the kind of unbelievable that makes you gasp in shock. Instead, it was so unconvincing that it was truly dire. At no point did it feel like a real woman, a Geisha, a girl, or a human being was sharing a story with me. It was flat, boring, and my goodness, the main character was incredibly tedious. She had the emotional range equivalent to that of an egg.
The world description was virtually non-existent. The beginning, set in the Japanese countryside, was the only somewhat descriptive part. We had a lovely house and beautiful scenery. But then, once we moved to Tokyo, everything suddenly became just grey and stony, and that was it. Strangely, it was also devoid of people. There was no atmosphere, no city scenery to speak of. It was, at best, extremely vague. It could have just as easily been happening in a fish factory.
There also needs to be an amendment to the Bechdel Test. 3.1: Two women have a conversation about something that isn't just bitching about other women.
And while I don't believe that "culture" automatically means we should forgive everything, and I understand that it was a different time and place, I really don't want to read about creepy old men obsessing over pubic hair growing on twelve-year-olds' vaginas. I just don't.
I know this is probably the most unhinged and incoherent review ever, but I also didn't find myself learning anything particularly meaningful about Geisha. In fact, I would agree with most other reviewers and say that it was far too Westernized and almost romanticized.
Fun Fact Amendment: All Geisha were originally men. Think about that.
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There's absolutely nothing positive to say about this book. So, let's directly jump into why it was so dreadfully bad.
The narrative was simply unbelievable. I don't mean the kind of unbelievable that makes you gasp in shock. Instead, it was so unconvincing that it was truly dire. At no point did it feel like a real woman, a Geisha, a girl, or a human being was sharing a story with me. It was flat, boring, and my goodness, the main character was incredibly tedious. She had the emotional range equivalent to that of an egg.
The world description was virtually non-existent. The beginning, set in the Japanese countryside, was the only somewhat descriptive part. We had a lovely house and beautiful scenery. But then, once we moved to Tokyo, everything suddenly became just grey and stony, and that was it. Strangely, it was also devoid of people. There was no atmosphere, no city scenery to speak of. It was, at best, extremely vague. It could have just as easily been happening in a fish factory.
There also needs to be an amendment to the Bechdel Test. 3.1: Two women have a conversation about something that isn't just bitching about other women.
And while I don't believe that "culture" automatically means we should forgive everything, and I understand that it was a different time and place, I really don't want to read about creepy old men obsessing over pubic hair growing on twelve-year-olds' vaginas. I just don't.
I know this is probably the most unhinged and incoherent review ever, but I also didn't find myself learning anything particularly meaningful about Geisha. In fact, I would agree with most other reviewers and say that it was far too Westernized and almost romanticized.
Fun Fact Amendment: All Geisha were originally men. Think about that.
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