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3.0 out of 5 stars
An interesting read - but . . ., 1 Jun 2008
Twenty three year old Wayne Fencer narrates events of the last year (2000) following the news that his former girl friend Amanda committed suicide, a year in which he struggles to come to terms with the tragedy and his conscience. It is an ordeal made all the more difficult as he learns from Amada's friends that she was pregnant by him. Wayne embarks on an odyssey that will occupy him for that next year which take him to Mexico, Cuba and a marathon trek along the Appalachians; somehow he hopes to find some answers.
This is well a written novel which follows an interesting format in which the narrative is frequently interspersed with factual snippets and relevant word definitions; a device which at times I felt interrupted the flow of the story unnecessarily. Sometimes the facts spill over into the narrative when real people or events are woven into the story.
However I was left wondering for some time where this story was going, and if I had not consulted the blurb on the back cover would probably have been wondering even longer, for initially it seems to lack any positive direction. It was not a story which gripped me, and I think the frequent digressions into the realms of fact did not help. Wayne is a likeable enough character, caring and unassuming; but the whole story hangs on him, other characters do not play significant roles, or if they do there are only there briefly.
Film buffs may well enjoy it for the frequent references to the world of the cinema; Wayne is a graduate of The University of Colorado where he attended film school. It makes ideal bedtime reading too, being made up of numerous short chapters when you feel sleep taking over you are never more than a page or two away from the end of a chapter. neither is it a book to keep you up, and while it proved to be a pleasant enough read it is not a book I would go out of my way for.
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2.0 out of 5 stars
Deep down, it's shallow, 2 April 2009
It's easy to read but I hated it. The only good things in it were the few facts you learnt, say, about Ernest Hemingway's suicide attempts. This weak-willed, self-obsessed, easily led cypher of a protagonist wanders around, wondering "What should I feel about this?" (an ex-girlfriend's suicide) without actually showing any sign of ever feeling anything, never even having to bleat "Is it my fault?" before he's pre-empted by other one-dimensional types assuring him "It's not your fault".
The insertion of dictionary definitions here and there was pointless and unilluminating, coming across as merely gimmicky. Why define pediatrics or pain?
The letter of sympathy at the end, which the book has sort of been building up to is astoundingly trite and full of platitudes, complete with `touching, amusing' memories of the deceased, which aren't.
Otherwise, I would concur with the reader's assessment of the draft screenplay, that as it `requires its audience to believe in and root for a hero of a decidedly wooden nature - it is of paramount importance that said character possess at least a few qualities of an endearing nature. Unfortunately this is not the case.' With the screenplay or the book.
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4.0 out of 5 stars
A Writer's Writer, 29 Sep 2008
Wayne Fencer spends the year following his former girl friend's suicide struggling to come to terms with its impact on him. From the funeral he narrates the path of the year, from his discovery of her aborting his child to the cold realization that, unlike the epiphany many suicide attempt survivors record, Amanda wanted to die. Wayne wins a fortune on the stock exchange and spends it by embarking on a journey through Mexico and Cuba, where he hires a young prostitute as a traveling companion, to a marathon trek along the Appalachian trail hoping to find a point to his life.
This is a superbly written novel interspersed with snippets of biographies and dictionary definitions on words - somewhat intrusive at times, particularly when the words are well-known. It is a constant reminder that the reader is a voyeur into the protagonist's story rather than being a confidante.
One of the devices one learns as a writer is that the protagonist, or hero, of a story must be either changed by the events within it or, after surviving and contemplating them, elect to remain unchanged. This is a story of the latter, although Fencer is at least comforted by the gradual realization that Amanda's suicide wasn't his fault..
The book has frequent references to the cinema, and the journeys that such stories take. Writers and film buffs might enjoy such discourses.
Attention. Deficit. Disorder. is a fascinating read, one which I enjoyed greatly. I was somewhat lucky to have won my copy, one of the limited edition rubber-bound.
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