Cleanness
Ratings10
Average rating3.9
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Ratings10
Average rating3.9
A New York Times Notable Book of 2020 Named one of the best books of 2020 by The New Yorker; BBC; NPR; Time ("100 Must-read Books"); Kirkus; and The Washington Post ("50 Notable Works of Fiction") In the highly anticipated follow-up to his beloved debut, What Belongs to You, Garth Greenwell deepens his exploration of foreignness, obligation, and desire Sofia, Bulgaria, a landlocked city in southern Europe, stirs with hope and impending upheaval. Soviet buildings crumble, wind scatters sand from the far south, and political protesters flood the streets with song. In this atmosphere of disquiet, an American teacher navigates a life transformed by the discovery and loss of love. As he prepares to leave the place he’s come to call home, he grapples with the intimate encounters that have marked his years abroad, each bearing uncanny reminders of his past. A queer student’s confession recalls his own first love, a stranger’s seduction devolves into paternal sadism, and a romance with another foreigner opens, and heals, old wounds. Each echo reveals startling insights about what it means to seek connection: with those we love, with the places we inhabit, and with our own fugitive selves. Cleanness revisits and expands the world of Garth Greenwell’s beloved debut, What Belongs to You, declared “an instant classic” by The New York Times Book Review. In exacting, elegant prose, he transcribes the strange dialects of desire, cementing his stature as one of our most vital living writers.
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I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this book.
It was clearly not for me and I knew it wasn't when I picked it up. I do not like sex scenes (I'm generally repulsed but them) and I knew from the get go that this book included memorable sex scenes, but the author managed to write these scenes in a way that they didn't make me feel icky so I have to give him credit for that but I don't know if the stories really conveyed anything much other than the beautiful prose.
Since I'm unsure about my feelings about this book I will, for now at least, not give it a star rating.
Great writing and easy to follow. At times felt pretentious and lacking direction as to the stories it wanted to tell.
I read a lot of acclaim for Cleannesss but was sorely disappointed. This book was described as collection of linked short stories and as heavily autobiographical, but it fails as both fiction and memoir. The stories have very little depth, and despite the fact that each shares the same first person narrator, I came to the end of its 200 pages with no sense of his inner life. At its best, this approach yields some moments reminiscent of Hemingway, not only because of the sparse prose but also the subject matter: an American expatriate and no dearth of suffering. Hemingway, however, was not bound by reality in the way the Greenwell apparently was here, and could create settings, characters, and plots. Without the ability to do likewise, Greenwell has delivered something that reads more like a middle schooler's “How I Spent My Summer” essay than literary fiction.
The stories barely interested me at all, and what interest they generated was derived from the idea that they may have actually occurred; if presented as works of pure fiction, most would have been complete duds. This failure goes back to the book's lack of depth and introspection. Some of my favorite books in recent years have been described by their detractors as “tedious” (Elif Batuman's The Idiot), “boring” (Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle: Book One), and “a protracted, pointless exercise in nothingness” (Lydia Davis's The End of the Story). I genuinely love books in which authors write about mundane things, but that writing must go deeper than the events themselves, as this book does not.
