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4 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
A disappointment., 18 July 2000
By A Customer
Being a big fan of Anne Tylers, and having read and enjoyed almost all of her books, I'm afraid it pains me to say that Morgans Passing really isn't up to the usual standard I've come to expect from this writer.The central character in this story is Morgan, a middle aged man, married with half a dozen daughters who lacks the ability to take any pleasure from his circumstances or surroundings, whatever they may be. The only time he appears happy is when he retreats into his own fantasy world where he convinces himself, and sometimes others, that he's a doctor/scientist/tramp/whatever appears to take his fancy at the time. He meets Emily whilst living out one of these fantasies. He poses as a doctor and delivers Emilys child on the back seat of his car. He then proceeds to stalk the poor woman for a year or more before introducing himself and admitting that he's no doctor, but actually works in a hardware store. For some reason Emily and her husband then befriend this man and a strong bond develops between them all over several years. An unlikely arrangement in itself. On the peripheries of this story hovers Morgans wife, long suffering, aware of the fantasy world her husband lives in and, supposedly, unconcerned by it when surely any normal spouse, watching their partner spiral into a world that only they inhabit, would have real concerns about that persons sanity. The story becomes more unreal as it progresses, until, by the time I'd come to the last page of this book, I wondered why I'd ever concerned to look between the covers at all. The unreal and unworthy storyline is made all the more drab and labourious by being inhabited by a string of characters to which any sane person would have a very hard time relating. They're also neither likeable or attractive in any way. My final word on this book would have to be - don't bother!
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