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No! It's rubbish!,
This review is from: The Shadow Of The Wind (Paperback)
I still have another 200 pages to get but it should be over by Christmas. In case anything should happen to me I want this review published.
I got lost early on with the meandering and pointless plot and the sheer stupidity of, well, everything. I am reading it in the original language so at least I'll learn a bit of colloquial Spanish, which I am glad is not my vernacular. This stuff makes even Dan Brown look good.
On the plus side it gives the reader a comprehensive understanding of right-on, political correctness (ie what now passes for normality) in modern Spain: same as in the English speaking world but with added pretentiousness and sentimentality. If you like phoney folk "wisdom" and platitudinous pieties buy this book.
There is so much to jeer at, in particular the author's relentless efforts to flatter the reader and to ingratiate himself and the unflagging right-on-ness, like a comedy club without the laughs. One passage which remains in the memory is where "Daniel" on returning home one night sees his father, who has waited up for him, asleep in his favourite armchair. Daniel notices for the first time how he has aged (the fine wrinkles on his face, the texture of his skin - you know the kind of thing) and open upon his lap (and this is the bit) lies his father's favourite book, Voltaire's Candide.
This is how it goes on, page after page, cliche upon cliche, without mercy. Although the writing should embarrass a schoolgirl, Zafon seems to fancy himself as a literary heavyweight - Hombre, por favor!