The Prince of Tides.
i read Beach Music
in high school and i think i read it for
three days straight. maybe two.
so, maybe it's been awhile, maybe this
is a different kind of story/writing,
but it's just not exactly what i expected.
to be fair, i probably shouldn't have
read this so soon after possession,
which in my mind is almost unparalleled
for wit, loveliness, dexterity with language,
believable, real and whole characters,
mastery of dialogue, flawless storytelling
and the seeming ease of intellect, genius,
literary comprehension and creation...
i find myself getting tangled in some
of the writing, thinking to myself,
hasn't he already said this?
feeling the bloat of words,
which i still sometimes like.
but, the stories in it are fascinating.
they are southern, they are cliched,
they are beautiful and pained.
so, i'm reading pretty quickly,
enjoying it — if not as much in awe
of it as Possession, nor quite as in
love as i was with Beach Music —
and recommend it. and maybe,
who knows, i'll be blown away
by the end.
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