I made the honest mistake of sharing my favorite Amélie book with my Mom, who then shared it with my Dad, who then shared it with my Grandfather and G...moreI made the honest mistake of sharing my favorite Amélie book with my Mom, who then shared it with my Dad, who then shared it with my Grandfather and Grandmother.
Which annoys me particularly because, when I finished The Character of the Rain I was all like "yay best book ever gon share with everyone I know and that's going to make the world a better place."
But I didn't realize that to have my family commenting and talking and arguing about Nothomb would make me feel so severely violent against the book sharing act.
"AMÉLIE IS MINE STOP RAPING HER WITH YOUR WORDS AND QUICK JUDGEMENTS!!!!"
Because, perhaps I didn't like this one as much as I enjoyed The Character of the Rain (which was complete and utter genius of Nobel-shaming quantities), but there's something about Amélie Nothomb that makes me feel like:
a) Her best friend, the kind that are possesive and jealous b) Her. She's not at all like me but I feel it is my story she is telling. c) I'm unto the most special thing on Earth.
I said I would share Amélie with everyone I knew, but forget it. Don't read her. I will chase you and you will suffer the consequences.(less)
Strangely enough, in all my 18 years as an avid reader (or more like 15, to be fair to my analphabet babyhood) I had never read a book as utterly Chil...moreStrangely enough, in all my 18 years as an avid reader (or more like 15, to be fair to my analphabet babyhood) I had never read a book as utterly Chilean as this one. You know, one where I recognized the streets, the monuments, the foods, the coloqialities, etcetera. And it was marvelous fun every time I read about a Santiago commonthing to point at the page and go "ohhh, I know that!" and then people on the bus would look at the crazy bookworm who talks to her literary partners.
So, star for that.
Also, this book isn't boring. As in, I could probably read another book by Skármeta, and not be scared of narcotizing myself permanently.
Star for that.
BUT THE PROSE. First of all, enumeration is, yes, a literary device that sounds poetic once, twice, PERHAPS thrice, but no, it stinks the shit out of your book if you enumerate forever at the beginning of every chapter and count that as lyrical description. Also, what the heck with the chapter endings? I felt I was watching a very cheap, very very cheap, Latin telenovela. More so, what the heck with THE ending? IT SUCKED. *Spoiler alert* You can't just kill of a person and feel like a cocky master of the bittersweet! It reminded me of One Day, you know, the movie in which *spoiler alert* Anne Hathaway's character gets killed five minutes before the ending. Killing a character just because you don't want to give your readers a happy ending and then give yourself a fucking pat on the back for it is the MOST ANNOYING thing any writer/director/whatevs can do to you. Finally, because I know Skármeta, I want to discuss his obsession with Chile's military dictatorship. Maybe because I was born after it and my family was not horribly affected by it, I can't understand why the heck every Skármeta book's conflict centers on it. *Just wrote something very politically incorrect and I feel ashamed but it's how I really feel so I'm no way no how erasing it.*
I seriously thought I was going to love and adore this by page 30, and it just kept fre falling for the following 340 ones.(less)
It's good, but it probably would have been better if I hadn't read this for school and in the middle of the IB. Therefore, I am not a good judge of th...moreIt's good, but it probably would have been better if I hadn't read this for school and in the middle of the IB. Therefore, I am not a good judge of this book. In fact, I shouldn't even be judging it. Stop reading this. I am a busy and stressed student unworthy of literary commentary. Good bye.(less)