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If this book had been broken down into a series of novellas, I would have loved almost half of them There are some magnificently beautiful stories in this book, and I really wanted to love it. There are just as many that I found very boring and charmless. If I enjoy a book enough, a messy ending is generally forgiven. But here, 80 pages from the end my feelings toward this novel were still evenly split love/hate, and then things went downhill for the remainder. Loose ends, plot-holes, purposeless characters taking up chapter after chapter in an already long tale, and suprisingly little magic for a book about fairies and enchantments. Still, read it for the good bits. Smoky Barnable es un joven anodino que viaja a pie desde la ciudad hasta un lugar de nombre Edgewood, que no figura en ningún mapa, con la intención de casarse con Daily Alice Drinkwater, tal y como le han profetizado. Es una historia épica de cuatro generaciones de una peculiar familia que vive en una casa que es muchas casas. Pero también es la historia de un amor fantástico, de una pérdida desgarradora, de cosas imposibles y destinos inamovibles, de la visión de un futuro distópico en el que Estados Unidos es gobernado por un déspota siniestro. I honestly didn't know how this book would end. I didn't enjoy it as much as I had hoped, it seemed to drag on and some of the writing came across as awkward to me. "Style over substance" is widely understood to be a criticism, yet some artists can chisel out a style so precisely that it becomes substance itself. Crowley approaches this in the best parts of Little, Big—here's someone who can write about a child yawning for the first time in a way that leaves me wide-eyed until it dawns on me what it is that's being described. However, I'm unable to comment on whether the zigzagging plot coalesces into anything coherent by the end. The style alone propelled me about 75% of the way through the whole book. But then I gave up and just felt annoyed I'd even gone that far. I found the relationship that the novel opened with charming and maturely written. I could deal with their story fading to the background as the generations proceed, but once the spotlight is on Auberon and Sylvie, I just couldn't stomach another paragraph about her panties or magical brown Puerto Rican skin. Then he hits us with Auberon letting her sleep with other guys "as long as, when you're with me, you're with me" and look, I could happily read a story about this kind of dynamic, but what's here is a single paragraph that serves no purpose except to say "look how progressive my story is." Now, not only am I being turned off by sections Crowley is writing like he has all the faith in the world are going to turn me on, I'm comparing Crowley to the kind of dude that would write a poem about how feminist he is so he can go wink at the girls at his reading of it. Too self-congratulatory without being natural enough to seem authentic. So, I go to Wikipedia to check out the other accolades Little, Big has received besides Harold Bloom's, and the next one I see is from this guy. His website background looks like this and the quoted review says: ""Victoria" follows Cosmo Cowperhwait the inventor of a human-amphibian hybrid that bares an uncanny resemblance to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, as well as an insatiable sexual appetite..." This is one of those cases where I wouldn't even have cared about the flaws if its best moments hadn't held so much promise. So now I walk away thinking, here's someone who writes about sex less compellingly than they can write about a literal yawn. I note that the only other person who has mentioned the word "sex" on this Librarything page said: "In high contrast to the incomprehensible nature of most of the "action" and relationships were the embarrassing and obvious tropes in the latter half: the oversexed Latina, POC described as food-colored, the manic pixie girl who teaches the young man to live by leaving him." In contrast to that reviewer, I loved the abstract quality of the rest of the work, and the vocabulary, but that stuff still completely put me off of it.
This August marked the 40th anniversary of the release of John Crowley’s fantasy masterpiece Little, Big (1981). ... Crowley had already published three remarkable novels—The Deep (1975), Beast (1976) and Engine Summer (1979)—which established him as an exciting author unafraid to bring both beautifully crafted prose and highly original ideas to his own peculiar mix of science fiction, speculative fiction, and fantasy. However Little, Big would eclipse them all. Pertany a aquestes col·leccions editorialsPremisDistincionsLlistes notables
"Little, Big" tells the epic story of Smoky Barnable -- an anonymous young man who meets and falls in love with Daily Alice Drinkwater, and goes to live with her in Edgewood, a place not found on any map. In an impossible mansion full of her relatives, who all seem to have ties to another world not far away, Smoky fathers a family and tries to learn what tale he has found himself in -- and how it is to end. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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The story revolves around a large and very convoluted family, most of whom live in or around a large and very convoluted house in the middle of nowhere. There's some overlap with the fairy realm there, so that some family members are able to see them, although others can’t, and most lose the ability as they get older.
My Kindle edition had a family tree – at the very end of the book, with no reference to it in the table of contents that might have clued me in to its existence. By the time I saw it, it was too late to do me much good. The most critical people were pretty easy to keep track of though, and since I was reading on the Kindle I was able to search and find prior references if I forgot who someone was, so I did ok without the tree. In the earlier parts of the book, it jumps back and forth in the timeline quite a bit and introduces a large number of characters, but this wasn’t the part I disliked. It felt a little confusing at times, but I was able to follow it and the setting seemed really interesting, so I’d looked forward to learning where everything was going.
The further I got into the book, the less I liked it. The timeline got more linear and the character focus narrowed, but the story became more nebulous. It became more metaphorical and less logical, and there were long sequences where the author wrote about things happening to characters, except that apparently those things weren’t actually happening, or at least not in the way the characters thought they were, to the point that sometimes I was confused about what was “real” in the context of the book and what wasn’t. And then you have
The writing style is more literary I guess, with some odd ways of phrasing things that occasionally required me to re-read a sentence. I wouldn’t call this a funny book, but there were times it made me burst out in surprised laughter because something unexpectedly struck me funny, even toward the end when I wasn’t enjoying it anymore. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure if the things that made me laugh were supposed to be funny. It’s possible I might have been delirious. The ending was as unsatisfying as I expected it to be by the time I finally reached it. This book I think is more about style and atmosphere, but the story itself lacked enough substance for me to sink my teeth into.
I’m rating this at 2.5 stars and rounding down to 2 because I think I would have preferred less sleep. (