Out of Time [Kindle Edition]
David Grossman (Author)
Bought as a Kindle.
Honestly, I bought this book by accident, thinking it was written by a different David Grossman, (whose mother I know).
The book description on Amazon reads:- In Falling Out of Time, David Grossman has created a genre-defying drama--part play, part prose, pure poetry--to tell the story of bereaved parents setting out to reach their lost children. It begins in a small village, in a kitchen, where a man announces to his wife that he is leaving, embarking on a journey in search of their dead son. The man-called simply the "Walking Man" --paces in ever-widening circles around the town. One after another, all manner of townsfolk fall into step with him (the Net Mender, the Midwife, the Elderly Maths Teacher, even the Duke), each enduring his or her own loss. The walkers raise questions of grief and bereavement: Can death be overcome by an intensity of speech or memory? Is it possible, even for a fleeting moment, to call to the dead and free them from their death? Grossman's answer to such questions is a hymn to these characters, who ultimately find solace and hope in their communal act of breaching death's hermetic separateness. For the reader, the solace is in their clamorous vitality, and in the gift of Grossman's storytelling - a realm where loss is not merely an absence, but a life force of its own.
Which gives, in fairness an accurate taste of what it is about.
Personally I find the sheer volume of grief displayed, and I cannot think of a better word than volume, drives me away. I am elderly, I have suffered loss, I know it hurts, so to be confronted with page after page of grief, grieving for lost ones to the point, and beyond of madness, is not for me.
Another problem raises its head, some of the sentences are perplexing if not incomprehensible.
'And besides, I'm sure you'll agree that secondhand pain is far better than firsthand. Healthier for the user and also more 'artistic', in the sublime - I mean castrated - sense of the word.'
Well, maybe to some it is comprehensible, but I doubt that even those so blessed with intellect they can understand it instantly. When I read prose I look for comprehension, and I like to think I am not stupid, I don't want to have to stop, consider and then read again and again to end up still not understanding.
So, the book, for me, is drenched in grief and not a little lack of comprehension.
The resume I have copied and pasted gives a fair summation of the book, and the sentence I have quoted, the style.
But this book is not for me. So, a very low score.