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to be provocative or just being honest that u cannot stand an author

8 Sep

london 5.35am 13.3C monday 2015

jonathon jones saying terry pratchett novels are lightweight and not Literature, with a capital L.  and then admit he never read that author at all and hence got his prejudice against the author and his books  all from disliking the hype that the publicists use to talk of the books or from reading what others praise about the books and disliking the way they praise it. this is dislike by hearsay. it is very easy to do that… be prejudiced about an author just because others praise it so much. but very provocative of him to lambast terry pratchet on that basis and not acknowledge that it is his prejudice speaking. if he had done so, we can understand, because we have all been there. but not acknowledging his prejudice, i cant see how anyone can take him seriously from now on.

a very good article which talks of this as well as why we derive great pleasure in not reading certain books or authors is this one in the parisreview. i have not heard of this publication until i found them when i was searching for more info on Michel Houellebecq. they are really a very good publication for which i have bookmarked them.

in it he says he wont be reading Harper Lee’s Go Set a Watchman, Paula Hawkins’s The Girl on the Train, and Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See.

the first two i agree with, i will not be reading them too.

the last one, i forgot what it was and found a review of it. about the war, a subject that i never did like reading about. and after reading the review and comments about his style, 

Unfortunately, Doerr’s prose style is high-pitched, operatic, relentless. Short sharp sentences, echoing the static of the radios, make the first hundred pages very tiresome to read, as does the American idiom. Somehow it is strange to listen to the thoughts of Marie-Laure and Werner and the many other characters, both German and French, give forth such Yankee utterances as “Werner … you shouldn’t think big.” Sidewalks, apartment houses, the use of “sure” instead of “yes’ – all these cut across the historical background that Doerr has so meticulously researched. No noun sits upon the page without the decoration of at least one adjective, and sometimes, alas, with two or three. And these adjectives far too often are of the glimmering, glowing, pellucid variety. Eyes are wounded, nights are luminous and starlit, seagulls are alabaster. “Fields enwombed with hedges” is almost the last straw. And so the novel is far too long.

makes me even less inclined to read it.