A middle-aged man recounts in meticulous detail a gruesome act of violence he committed as a child with the passive consent of his victim, an incident that may have happened only in his imagination
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This novel, by the author of Dear Mr. Capote and What I Know So Far , is partially amusing and largely dull. The quirky narrative voice is wry and rhythmic, but even its synaptic leaps cannot save it from its own very predictable repetitions, its vagueness, its stasis. Little occurs. A 50-year-old man dwells on his killing, when he was six, of another boy. He thinks of the hoe and sandbox (weapon and location), of the car washer and nanny around the scene, perhaps to point out that "it's not the wordsthe words are never the thing. It's the situationsit's those and the people which are in them." But a vague connection with scenes of Peruvian violence seen on TV fails to conclude this monologue with satisfying insight . Peter Bricklebank, English Dept., City Coll., CUNY
Copyright 1986 Reed Business Information, Inc.
The author of Dear Mr. Capote and What I Know So Far, Lish again delves into a psychotic mindthe 50ish narrator of this tale may or may not have committed a murder at the age of six. "This is a haunting book, provoking fresh perceptions about language, memory and power," PW wrote.
Copyright 1987 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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