I generally have a great appreciation for Oates' inclination to write in what at times appears to be a train-of-thought style. She includes details that might seem irrelevant or unnecessary, going on and on. Just when my patience starts to wear a little thin, I notice that she has managed to create such a fully realized world. All those details have made the characters real and known to me, and then I understand. I can say that she did the same thing this time around. However, while none of the characters inspired a warm and fuzzy sense of respect (I don't necessarily need flawless or loveable protagonists), I didn't find anyone overly compelling, nor their setting or experiences (despite many events that should have been). Even what should have been a scandalous relationship failed to draw me in. Surprisingly, I found the boxing world of the 50s and her fight descriptions captivating. But throughout this entire book, I didn't have any emotional response, not even curiosity. I can't really put my finger on why that is, since I'm familiar with her style and I knew what I was getting into. Hmmm.
I'm really not sure why I even bothered to finish this book. It was an extremely dark and sad read, and it seemed to drag on forever. From the very beginning, it was filled with a sense of gloom and despair that made it difficult to get through. I found myself constantly waiting for some glimmer of redemption and a moment of joy to break through the darkness. However, as the pages turned, it felt like those moments were few and far between. The story just seemed to spiral deeper and deeper into a pit of sadness and hopelessness. By the time I reached the end, I was left with a feeling of emptiness and disappointment. I had hoped for so much more from this book, but unfortunately, it failed to deliver.
Who gives book awards? This story is truly boring. Let's take a closer look - we have some suicidal family members, which is a rather depressing aspect. Then there's an incestuous relationship between a niece and uncle, which is not only uncomfortable but also seems out of place. And that's about it. The characters are so boring that they fail to engage the reader, and the story lacks any real excitement or momentum. I simply couldn't continue reading this book. I bailed on it before reaching the end. I just couldn't take the boredom anymore. In fact, I can't believe I managed to hang in there for almost 300 pages. It's a real struggle to get through this uninteresting and tiresome narrative.
A friend of mine from Chile presented this to me. She said it was the only English language book she had read up to that point that she could truly understand. So, I began reading it and was instantly taken aback by the absence of commas. However, after the initial surprise, for me, a native English speaker, reading it was rather smooth as well - it didn't seem to require commas. Three years later, I discovered Gertrude Stein.