Sammy Mountjoy, artist, rises from poverty and obscurity to see his pictures hung in London's Tate Gallery. Swept into World War II, he is captured and confined to a prison cell in total darkness. He emerges from his cell like Lazarus from the tomb.
Here's a freaky question that I haven't delved into (more peeked at, the way Pandora might...more
I finished this book three weeks ago. I kept no notes as I read it and was enduring various major family and physical issues at the time. All I remember is that it moved me, it spoke to me. It was his most accessible book so far (I am reading Golding's books in the order that he wrote them.)
A man who was born in poverty to a mother supporting herself by prostitution, who found himself an orphan at five years old or so, who became a successful painter, looks back over his life. He wants to discov...more
I highly recommend it.
Slightly similar fate as Ge...more
One long monologue.
An exercise in self examination from inside 1950's post World War intellectual disillusionment, first formative steps into post-modernism you might even venture to say. It's typical William Golding and probably a little autobiographical but that's mere conjecture. It is insightful fiction; tragic, honest, occasionally amusing, often dark and brooding, attempting to thread a course between the horns of the dilemma; the cleft laid in our philosophy from Plato through gnosticism...more
It took me a long time to get into this book, and didn't sit well with reading in small snatches. For a while, I couldn't see where it was going, but I've experienced this before with Golding's novels and know that the reader is rewarded if he/she sticks it out, and so I was.
What made this novel more enjoyable than a simple fictional biograph...more
Golding artfully uses words and many interesting ideas are brought up. Unlike some, this book did not drag on and the storyline is intense and interesting at the same time. The character, Sammy, is also an interesting character.
I would recommend this bo...more
The story of a man trying to discover why he is who he is, and taking us on that journey, is both philosophical and sad. We can feel what he feels, whilst still s...more
In 2008, The Times ranked Golding...more