Feb 09, 11
Read from January 31 to February 05, 2011
I decided it was time to read/re-read Iris Murdoch. I went through a phase of reading her about eight or nine years ago, but I'm not sure it was the right time. You know how some books and authors are just not meant for certain times in your life, but are perfect for other times. It's all about the synchronicity...
So, anyway, this is the first one. I have read it before. And...well, I definitely appreciated it more this time. It's very well-written and absorbing. And all about theatre and illusion and delusion and many things I'm interested in. So I really feel that I should have loved it much more than I did. But ultimately, it all just felt a bit self-indulgent. I didn't like the character of Charles and it's hard to read 500 pages of a first-person narrator that you don't like. I also couldn't stand Hartley, his 'one true love' - I thought she was ridiculous and weak. In fact, none of the characters really appealed to me.
I gave it a four because it is a good book. But not great. For me.
But...I won't give up on my Iris quest. I've got The Sandcastle from the library to have a go at next...