It wasn’t difficult for me to see where this story was going. Although I can’t think of any specific examples, I’m pretty sure I’ve come across some vIt wasn’t difficult for me to see where this story was going. Although I can’t think of any specific examples, I’m pretty sure I’ve come across some version of this tale before. It also parallels Kohler’s earlier novel Cracks in several ways. Predictable as it is though, it’s not too bad. I like novels that intimately explore strange, manipulative relationships, and the psychology of obsession. The Bay of Foxes is also detailed and well written in a way that I find engaging even though there are no surprises. When Dawit speaks of M.’s work, he says he “does admire her spare, concentrated prose, her brief evocative novels” and I wondered if Kohler was using a description of her own work here; I’d say that’s an excellent way to describe my feelings about the two novels of hers that I’ve read so far.
Faustus Resurrectus is the debut novel of author Thomas Morrissey, and the first in a planned series featuring Donovan Graham. Donovan, I think, willFaustus Resurrectus is the debut novel of author Thomas Morrissey, and the first in a planned series featuring Donovan Graham. Donovan, I think, will make a nice protagonist for a series of occult thrillers. He’s part scholar, part man of action. He knows krav maga, he’s worked as a bouncer, and he rides a motorcycle. He currently works as a bartender in an upmarket restaurant, so we can probably assume he’s good at talking to people. And he’s got a sensitive side, as he shows when he’s with his fiancée Joann.
Of course, he also knows quite a bit about the occult, religion, mythology, and the Faustus legend in particular, as does his friend Father Carroll. Morrissey makes full use of this. The novel features loads of information about things like the materials used in rituals (from fertility rituals to Satanic ones), the symbolism behind the number 13, and the history of resurrecting people from the dead. Donovan and Father Carroll also discuss the Faustus legend on many occasions, quoting from both the Marlowe and Goethe versions of the story. It’s pretty cool.
On the morning of their fifth wedding anniversary, Nick’s wife Amy disappears. In the lounge are signs of a struggle – broken glass and overturned furOn the morning of their fifth wedding anniversary, Nick’s wife Amy disappears. In the lounge are signs of a struggle – broken glass and overturned furniture. Nick claims to have no idea of what may have happened to his wife, but the husband is often the guilty party in these cases, and soon suspicion is cast on him.
Nick and Amy certainly don’t have a happy marriage. Both feel that they’ve become different people since they married, and they’re not happy with the changes. In addition to that, they both lost their jobs, Amy lost her trust fund, and then Nick moved them both from New York to his small hometown so they could be close to his mother, who was dying of cancer. Amy – a New Yorker – was miserable there, so their marriage deteriorated even further. Her diary tells a story of a happy couple becoming dissatisfied, disillusioned, angry and unhappy, and of a woman who feels that the man she loves has begun to hate her.
But Amy is not simply the innocent victim of an insensitive husband – Nick’s side of the story reveals her tendencies to be extremely demanding, manipulative, and egotistical. Both of them have such interesting personalities and it makes their marriage complex, dark and endlessly fascinating. Thanks to this, Gone Girl was an unparalleled psychological thriller, a pitch-black gem that I couldn’t help but admire.
The absolute worst book I have ever read. A huge pile of atrociously written, misogynist, utterly ridiculous, boring crap.
Bella is the most annoying,The absolute worst book I have ever read. A huge pile of atrociously written, misogynist, utterly ridiculous, boring crap.
Bella is the most annoying, whiny narrator I've ever come across, and Meyer's pathetic, dead writing makes this even more unbearable. Bella is also a complete dismissive bitch to those who care about her and try to be kind to her, including her father. The only person she cares about is the unbelievably arrogant and emotionally immature vampire Edward. Meyer/Bella tells us he's supernaturally beautiful and attractive (on almost every page) but I never felt it. I don't think I could stand to spend 5 minutes with such an egotistical, anti-social person, nevermind share a bed with a body that's ice-cold, hard as stone and has the skin tone of a corpse.
Bella and Edward's relationship is based entirely on physical attraction (he's beautiful, she smells good), so it made me gag everytime Bella/Meyer tries to forcefeed you the idea that it's the greatest, most loving romance of all time. Even worse is the fact that Edward's creepy, intrusive behaviour - such as breaking into Bella's home, watching her sleep without her knowledge, dragging her by the collar into his car, constantly "commanding" her, and eavesdropping on her private conversations - is either interpreted as a sign of his great love or dismissed. Which sounds a lot like the excuses made for or by domestic abusers - he's just overprotective, he did it because he loves me. And Bella seems happy to waive her right to privacy and choice as long as it means this man will always be in her life. Nor does she seem to mind that Edward lays the blame on her for any physical damage he might cause to her - it's her fault for being so beautiful, for smelling so good, for being irresistable. He even says it's her fault that a dangerous vampire becomes attracted to her and decides to track and kill her. Another line from the domestic abusers - she provoked me.
The (very poor) counter-argument from fans tends to be that this novel is just meant to be fun, you shouldn't take it so seriously. Well if Twilight were just badly written, and all I had to ignore were the gaping plot holes (what happens when Bella gets her period?) or the long list of ridiculous plot devices (like sparkling or century-old adults going to high school over and over again), then maybe I could have just enjoyed the romance. But if I read a story that celebrated a rapist and his belief that women deserved it, or a story that vindicated a racist and his ideas about the inferiority of blacks, I couldn't say 'oh, it's not meant to be great literature, it's not meant to be taken seriously, just enjoy it'. I'd be disgusted, as I am disgusted with Twilight, and there is absolutely nothing in it to redeem its flaws. I remain shocked and saddened at its popularity, and what it implies about the sexist, antiquated views women and men still have about gender and their relationships with each other.