Reviewed by: Keith Nixon
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Approximate word count: 35-40,000 words
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Author:
I couldn’t
find any information about the author.
Description:
Francois
Soriano is an artist, bored with life and suffering with creator’s block and
starts writing a diary.
Appraisal:
This is an
odd book. I’m not sure whether I liked it or not. It’s apparently a diary,
recording the author’s thoughts. In the opening chapter Francois is sitting in
a Parisian café. It’s 1968. He starts writing. Then after a couple of pages,
it’s 2013 and he’s not in Paris, but California. Hmmm, I’m confused. The author
carries on talking, explaining the reasons for writing Oblivion. That’s day one and I’m wondering what the hell is going
on.
Day two he
explains his name. Still not with the programme.
Then it’s
day four and Francois has been shopping. Finally we have an interesting event.
A woman cuts in front of the author in a queue for the till. Francois tears
into her. It’s an interesting interaction.
Francois
goes home and starts painting and we return to artistic introspection. And that
was the trouble for me with this story. It’s largely day-to-day stuff that’s
pretty dull. Every now and again the author would reveal items that interested
me, like a relationship, but then the narrative would drift again after a
tantalizing explanation that didn’t reach a satisfactory conclusion – like a
thought that had just been thrown in.
From a
technical standpoint Oblivion isn’t
badly written, sometimes it’s pretty good. It’s well structured and edited. The
problem was I just didn’t value the majority of the subject matter. I simply
wasn’t engaged. Often the narrative came over as self-indulgent and pointless -
the product description Oblivion says
‘darkly comic’. I failed to experience this and by the end I didn’t really care
anymore.
FYI:
Swearing
and adult situations.
Format/Typo Issues:
None.
Rating: ** Two Stars
2 comments:
Wow Keith! You, my friend, are suffering a bone-dry spell. Chin up, there are gems out there :-)
I have some better ones coming Pete! Just read another Declan Burke and Martin Stanley!
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