Sometimes I put books on hold at the library and when they come in I think "Why?" I guess I chose this one because it was written by an Irish author and set in 1950s Dublin so I thought it might be interesting. It was, in a way: a murder mystery that unfolded bit by bit, told from the viewpoints of all the various characters. The trouble was, ALL of the characters were just so incredibly unlikeable. In fact, very nearly detestable.
It's funny,
gazingeye and I were discussing the other day that we both have a hard time putting a book down even if it's bad. I'm afraid this was one of them. The book was actually well written in term of mechanics, even a bit James Joyce-ish poetical at times. But that still couldn't save it. Perhaps this quote sums it up best: "Life consists, she reflected with matter-of-fact clarity, in a long series of misjudgments." It seems checking this book out was one of them.
At least I am now halfway through the 50 Book Challenge. Woot!