My Dream of You
2002-10-16 17:09:03+00 by Dan Lyke 4 comments
I picked up Nuala O'Faolain's My Dream of You at the bookstore on Sunday. I should've read more closely who said the glowing things on the back cover, now that I have I notice that they're all from publications like Entertainment Weekly, Vogue (as if they didn't kill enough trees, the electrons that died for that website fell in vain) and Newsweek. I'm a little over a third of the way through, and so far the narrator has managed to have 4 one night stands in her search for family, told one chapter of some horrible torrid overdone romance novelization of the potato famine era, and written in English that makes me have trouble imagining it said with an Irish accent. At this point I'm about ready to skip ahead to the end. What ever happened to novels read for the joy of the prose as well as the story? I want to discover a new Terry Pratchett or Robertson Davies.