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The End of My Patience,
This review is from: The End of Mr Y (Paperback)
Without wanting to 'spoil' the surprise, this book is about the ability to inhabit other people's consciousness. This is an exciting prospect, and is one I look forward to every time I pick up a story with a first person narrative. It is, after all, the very essence of what novels are about.
The plot of Mr Y runs a rather convoluted gambit of Alice in Wonderland meets the Matrix in order to get the characters (and us) inside each other's heads. So far, so fine. What was really disappointing for me thereafter was that how little I felt part of any of the inhabitants of this metaphysical merry-go-round. They all seem to think in the same sub-GenX speak, whether they're young, old, animal, vegetable or mineral. In place of distinctive voices, the characters seem to have 'issues' - revelations about their past which they brandish over the reader like broken bottles to show they have really 'been there'. That's when they're not propounding philosophy together for chapters on end in a twentysomething round of Sophie's World.
I find the mysteries of consciousness and mutiple universes really quite intriguing, but this novel felt like reading a brochure advertising them more than a story which really embodied and breathed life into them. It probably didn't help that I read Mr Y back-to-back with Cloud Atlas, which whirls these ideas around with mesmeric skll. For a novel which purports to explore four dimensions, I found Mr Y rather stuck in two.
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Initial post: 25 Jul 2008, 17:19:56 BST
Cloud Atlas was awful with confusing narrative and disjointed plots.
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