"We'll have a bonzer time in Sydney, you and me. We love doing things together, don't we, old chap?"
"We'll have a bonzer time in Sydney, you and me. We love doing things together, don't we, old chap?"
Abandoned 20% of the way in. The writing is excellent, but the story seems to be being told predominantly through extended descriptions of an artist's arthousey films and photographs, and the main character's reactions to them. I am not a particularly visual person/reader, and so this mode of storytelling simply doesn't engage me.
This novel came out in 1992, and it wasn't long after that that one of my best friends, Mary Jean, enthusiastically recommended it to me. She checked back with me over the next few years to see if I read it. I had not. Today, January 1, 2017, I'm about to finally begin reading it, and thus fulfill one of the many book challenges I'm doing, which has a category of reading the book that's been on your TBR the longest.