Did You Ever Have a Family

Every fall, I think: I should read more literature. Every fall, I try. This is my attempt, and I have to admit I am now so sad, I want to go lay in bed and be sad for many days. I listened to the audio book. Sigh. What can I say? It depressed the hell out of me (how could it not?) Someday, some director will make this into a movie and all of the stars will win Oscars. Good for them.

The Man Booker Prize (in this case, its long list) continues to underwhelm. Is it possible that this book received so much acclaim because the author is a well-known literary agent? Because, otherwise, I cannot account for the oohs and ahs about this book!

When I read the first chapter, I thought I might be in for a solid story with interesting characters. But, it was not to be. Mr. Clegg shifts the point of view after each chapter without taking the time to develop separate voices for each character, resulting in quite a jumble. The number of voices telling the story isn't necessarily the problem; it's that the story isn't compelling cushioned by a surprisingly draggy pace given the large font and margins. Who, again, am I hearing from? Even when major characters take the helm, I can't quite remember who I'm hearing from.

Perhaps, in more capable hands or with a much better editor, the bones could have satisfied my tummy just a bit. When we finally learn what caused the tragedy, are we supposed to particularly care about all these self-involved people? I suppose the upshot is that the Man Booker prize and any titles making the short and long lists can go jump.