6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
on 26 April 2003
I can't believe that this book has slipped through the cracks and not enough people want to talk about it. Possibly one of the most disturbing, poetic, and mind provoking books that I read at the time. Probably a psychological linkage somewhere, but still I literally could not put this down once I started it. People were walking up to me once I had finished reading, and to this day I cannot remember them at all. I was still in a trance!
Sound doubtful - a little bit too much of praise? Well read it yourself and cast your mind back 9 years to how you were thinking then. If you can, and you read this book now, think how it might have effected you then. Happy reading.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
on 17 March 2012
Poetry - spooked poetry
This has the desolation of Lolita without the prurience, the narrator a non-pubertal but old-before-his-time child, the Humbert his hapless, doing-her-best mother
This is a parable
"Culture's just a set of rules that makes life comfortable. That give us time for the freedom we can only live inside ourselves." If that doesn't seem funny to you, or sad, you need to read it in context
[and OK, that makes should be make, or give should be gives, but nobody pays me to edit this stuff. And anyway it was the narrator's mom what said it]
on 5 December 2011
As another reviewer has said, it's a terrible shame that this book doesn't seem to have received the plaudits it undoubtedly deserves. It is beautifully written, hallucinatory, poetic, with a sensuous use of language and an incredible feeling of motion derived not only from the narrative but the language. The sheer beauty of the writing spoiled every other book for me for about a year afterwards as they failed to match up. The story follows Philip, an eight year old boy with a penchant for philosophy and a spectacularly mature (narrative) voice which shouldn't work from an eight year old but does, spectacularly. Everyone should read this book!
The only reason I can think that it hasn't become a recognised classic is that the subject matter descends into horror, although in the traditions of the best horror films much of it is implied rather than graphic.