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As I got more deeply into the book, I found it hard to pick up
because I knew I would be bombarded with another sad story of
someone's useless and pain-filled life. And then I couldn't put it
down because, in spite of this, the skillful writing would pull me
along. The stories are loosely strung together, with occasional
flash-forwards for one of the characters, usually describing another
future ugly meaningless death. She's writing about the underclass.
And the reverse side of the American dream. She does it well. So
well, in fact, that her images of lynching, illness, accidents,
abusive relationships and cruelty are not easily forgotten. It is not
a pleasant picture. But yet, it is surprisingly refreshing. Perhaps
because, in spite of her deep and colorful characterizations, the
reader doesn't feel particularly sympathetic to their tragedies and
meaningless lives.
It's a good book, but read it only if you are
unafraid to enter a world of unrelenting pain.
The book is peopled with a huge variety of colorful characters, and the immigrant experience of Italians, Africans, Germans, Mexicans, French, Polish and Irish people are depicted with her skillful social perception, outstanding dialog and overflowing images of the absurdities, chance circumstances and cruelties of their lives.
Each of her people die grim and violent deaths, and live small and hate-full lives. There are dozens of characters and not one of them is happy or finds fulfillment. It is a dark novel, which is grim and depressing with occasional comic elements which only enhance absurdities of life.
As I got more deeply into the book, I found it hard to pick up because I knew I would be bombarded with another sad story of someone's useless and pain-filled life. And then I couldn't put it down because, in spite of this, the skillful writing would pull me along.
The stories are loosely strung together, with occasional flash-forwards for one of the characters, usually describing another future ugly meaningless death.
She's writing about the underclass. And the reverse side of the American dream. She does it well. So well, in fact, that her images of lynching, illness, accidents, abusive relationships and cruelty are not easily forgotten. It is not a pleasant picture. But yet, it is surprisingly
refreshing. Perhaps because, in spite of her deep and colorful characterizations, the reader doesn't feel particularly sympathetic to their tragedies and meaningless lives.
It's a good book, but read it only if you are unafraid to enter a world of unrelenting pain.
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