The part of his life described here are his early attempts at being a writer, the false language of imitating favorite authors, the dialogue with respected Norwegian authors who gave him writing classes, his romantic love and rejection, his puerile behaviour and further exploration of alcohol, the fun and stupidity of friends, the love of rock music and the local band with his brother and some friends.
Even if the writing is fluent, and the time, behaviour and culture depicted are very close to mine, and hence very recognisable, it all becomes a little too much after so many books. After having read this one, I decided not to read the sixth volume. What more can it offer me? This one is already a repetition of the other ones, even if the story is a little different. And where the first novels where relatively fresh and funny in their solid recreation of the life of a child and young teenager, this has largely disappeared in this volume, maybe because of the age, maybe because of his writing which has become more automatic and less discerning.
No comments:
Post a Comment