High Fidelity Paperback – 19 Oct 1995
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It has been said often enough that baby boomers are a television generation, but High Fidelity reminds that in a way they are the record-album generation as well. This hilarious novel is obsessed with music; Hornby's narrator is an early thirtysomething bloke who runs a London record store. He sells albums recorded the old-fashioned way--on vinyl--and is having a tough time making other transitions as well, specifically to adulthood. The book is in one sense a love story, both sweet and interesting; most entertaining, though, are the hilarious arguments over arcane matters of pop music. --Christine Buttery --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
"As funny, compulsive and contemporary a first novel as you could wish for."GQ
"One of the top ten books of the year."Entertainment Weekly
"It is rare that a book so hilarious is also so sharp about sex and manliness, memory and music."The New Yorker
"Mr. Hornby captures the loneliness and childishness of adult life with such precision and wit that you'll find yourself nodding and smiling. High Fidelity fills you with the same sensation that you get from hearing a debut record album that has more charm and verve and depth than anything you can recall."The New York Times Book Review
"Hornby's seamless prose and offhand humor make for one hilarious set piece after another, as suffering, self-centered Rob ruminates on women, sex, and Abbey Road. But then he's forced to consider loneliness, fitting-in, death, and failureand that is what lingers."Spin
"Keep this book away from your girlfriendit contains too many of your secrets to let it fall into the wrong hands."Details--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. See all Product description
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Perhaps this novel has become its own cliché over the last twenty-two years, but I found it still to be enjoyable and thought-provoking. I suppose this is the archetypal “lad-lit” novel, yet it should appeal to both genders.
Part of me would like to see a reprise with the protagonist (Rob) now approaching his sixties. But that would be to miss the point of the well-crafted ending. Also, there’s probably less of a market for “ageing-git lit”, and Richard Ford, for example, has that buttoned down already with his enjoyable Frank Bascombe novels.
My Kindle version has a dozen or so typos (mainly missing quotation marks at the start or end of passages of dialogue), but this didn’t detract from my enjoyment.
It's the story of (some guy, I forget his name), who owns a failing record shop, and has just split up with his girlfriend and is now dealing with real life--or something. I can't really remember. I read it a few weeks ago and only started writing this now. I think the main character was having a mid-life crisis or something. He becomes obsessed with winning back his ex, even though he cheated on her when she was pregnant, and even though he probably doesn't love her that much anyway. Or maybe he does. Maybe that's real love, at least in this author's world.
And that's the part that bugged me about this book: the reality aspect. That might sound dumb, but it bugged me that the main character was so real, so completely arrogant and shallow and useless. He was a d***; a likeable d***, but still a d***. And it irritated me that the love story was without any real romance or fanfare or climax. The book showed the mundane, predictable routine of life and relationships. It showed the boring, unromantic side of love; the smelly breath, pyjamas and unshaved legs of love. I hated that. I like conceptualised love. I like to read fake fantasy love -- maybe because I distrust and hate actual love in real life (the pain, torture and unhappiness of it all), which I guess made me relate to the main character, but I didn't want to like him or empathise or understand him, although on some level I guess I did. I read fiction to escape that side of life, not be dragged right back into it. Then again--it was good, it was different.
It makes a change, I suppose.
I'm not even sure what my opinion is now.
Either way, this is readable but nothing groundbreaking.
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I will obviously need to exchange this for an english one!!!!!