This book sounded like it might be good. First published in the 90s, it has recently been re-published, and re-publishing always suggests good things. I hesitated, however, and I should have hesitated some more. The summary told me that there was an unnamed narrator – BEE BAH BEE BAH – warning sign! Another major warning sign: It’s a novel about someone (unnamed) try to write a novel BEE BAH BEE BAH! The novel is about the end of her last relationship, which was, in the way of all tortured modern novels, naturally tortured.
I can’t quite summarise quite everything that annoyed me about this book, but in brief:
a) Narrator unnamed
b) Feelings about last boyfriend complex. So complex (ie. negative) are her feelings that after a while you wonder why she’s bothering to write a novel about him
c) Writing simple. I didn’t think this was possible, but apparently you can strip your writing down so far that all that it becomes irritating
Sorry Ms Davis; just not my sort of book.