….that make my day. Like discovering that a new John Irving novel has hit the shelves.
Irving is undoubtedly one of my favorite authors. I’ve read, I think, almost all of his works and can honestly say, that if you have not yet had the pleasure of listening to the audiobook version of “A Prayer for Owen Meany”, brilliantly narrated by Joe Barrett, you have MISSED OUT.
I purchased the audiobook version of “Avenue of Mysteries”, Mr. Irving’s latest work. It contains the usual Irvingesque elements of fatherless children with a prostitute mother, a slightly handicapped protagonists, sex, etc. Fine, I have no problem with that. The protagonist goes on forever about beta-blockers, viagra and the virgin mary. To what end? I don’t know yet.
I’m five hours into the twenty hours total and disappointed and bored. I think that if this manuscript had been submitted to the publisher by someone other than an accomplished author, it would never have been published.
Being the queen of self-doubt and once again doubting my own judgement, I went online looking for reviews on the novel this morning and was relieved to find that it’s not just me. In a book review published in the NYT, David Garner writes “More often this novel is so life-affirming you want to hurl yourself into bus traffic. “.
Yup. Well put.