Tuesday, October 25, 2016
The Lesser Bohemians: A Book Review
To be taken in small doses.
Not for a casual weekend reading. Not for light entertainment.
So dense. Stream of conscious, partial sentences and fragments strung together.
What is it about?
Most likely it is the story of a young woman from Ireland who arrives in England to study acting and then comes of age. It's hard to tell, exactly, because it's no easy matter to plow through the thicket of words.
Did I enjoy it?
In part, yes. In part, no.
Creative, clever, often too cute by half, yet I was drawn to go back every time I put the book down thinking I couldn't possibly get through to the end.
THE LESSER BOHEMIANS is more of an experience than a read, something to be done as part of an attempt to find artistry wherever it exists. You wander through the modern art gallery, intrigued but not fascinated by the offerings, trying to understand what the artist was trying to convey. So, too, does a reader approach this novel/poem mash-up.
Not for everyone, to be sure, and not something easy to classify. It isn't often you find a book claiming to be a novel that skips the notion of dialogue in favor of enclosing the dialogue within the narrative. You might find yourself missing normal speech as you go along, worn down by the weight of the prose and looking for a break but finding none.
As I said, small doses.
With thanks to Blogging For Books for the copy used here.