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4.0 out of 5 stars
you'll like it, but you won't know why...., 2 Jun 2000
Indigo then, I was recommended this book by nothing more than the cover. Purple has always been my favourite colour and this tome positively oozes it from the shelf. And so, on a whim, I purchased the book and started reading it on the train. Trains are the only places I get to read these days. There, and in the bath. But unlike baths, train journeys to work are of a finite length; they must, by their very nature, come to an end. And the day must begin.Wish is a shame because Indigo is such an intriguing novel, full of odd little bits that catch not only the imagination, but the curious mind as well - could that work? Yes, I think it could - that to have turn over the corner of any page - to mark your place, to help you find it again later - is really the last thing you want to do. Still, it does mean that there is more to read later. Indigo is what? Well, it s a mystery, of sorts. But as to what the object off mystery is the reader is left quite unsure. Yes, there is this change artists cult revolving around the no dead father. But there are the relationships that he had as well. And a love story between a brother and sister. And that just isn't allowed. I have subtitled this review, or reaction, "you'll like it, but you won't know why..." And that I think is probably true. Well written, yes, and captivating too. But indigo evokes more than just a literary reaction. It is very aesthetic as well. Maybe because the main protagonists are all artists, perhaps it is because Joyce has an affinity with artists, but his descriptions of Rome and of Chicago are not just good, but actually appear on the eye of your mind. Or at least they did for me. Indigo is a very fine book. And I suspect that Joyce is a very talented writer. And I do keep meaning to pick up another of his, but haven't quite got around to yet.
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