This
was one mind-fuck of a book. I have no other term to describe it better.
On
a side note, it feels good to have picked up, at long last, a book that
shouldn’t take more than two days of reading time (which sounds like a lot to
ask for when compared to the last one I unfortunately picked: King’s Cell which
is-I am restraining myself here- excruciatingly longwinded and purposeless).
Been
a while since I read this light. Phew!
But
that’s not exactly a merit in itself, is it? I mean, why do you reckon I don’t
normally go for light reads? Because more often than not, they are written by
light headed writers whose capacity for depth and detailing is as rich as the
average Bombay street-urchin.
The
exact merit that I would want to talk about here- apart from the fact that this
is one mind-fuck of a book- is this:
To
the authoress’ credit, I can’t seem to think of any aspect, literary and
otherwise, that has been sacrificed by her to present her book as fast paced.
The
character depth and scene buildup is almost exquisite. The detailing is
perfectly generous without making the prose lose its purpose at any place or
become flowery (believe you me, ‘flowery’ is definitely not a word I would use
to describe anything even remotely related to Gone Girl) and the amount and the
standard of wit in the writing was stand-out enough to question my belief that
nobody can beat Irish authors in black humour.
And,
this is a four hundred and fifty paged, no double spacing, no generous margins
and regular font book we’re discussing here. That’s a lot of space for a
lot of things to get out of hand and turn the whole manuscript jarringly messy.
So,
I for one simply cannot imagine the kind of intelligence and brutal perception
of people and situations that a person would require to come up with shit this
fucked up.
And
that’s not all!
What
I cannot even BEGIN to imagine-forget simply imagine- is the kind of literary talent
it would take to suppress the urge to go full crazy while coming up with shit
this fucked up and continue to write in such an abso-fuckin-lutely controlled
manner till the very end!
Phew,
I’m just blown away. Crazy stuff!
Immersive
storyline, taut writing style, nerve-racking plot development, vicious twists
that leave you laughing out loud helplessly and characters who are such a
horrifying mess, after a point you start to think of them as really perfect, or
worse, perfectly real (in a twisted sort of way).
Marriage
as an institution never looked this naked. Really.
Crap,
I can’t review further without giving away precious plot points; that is if any
of you are left who haven’t still seen the movie adaptation. (Well I didn’t,
and I was rewarded thoroughly by getting to read without knowing what would
happen next.)
Recommended
for sure.
Flynn,
you evil little genius you.
Do
I even have a choice now of not ordering your other two books in the next ten
minutes?
****Slyly opens Amazon.in, debit card in hand***
1 comment:
Awesome review, honourable Sir. I wish I had read that last year because I happen to have exchanged this VERY book for one of Lee Child's. Now, I have a pack of Lee Child's and no FLynn. You make me regret it. May you suffer similar faith. =P =P
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