Friday, January 23, 2009
the hours
This book in my opinion, is a parasite that has leeched on to the book Mrs. Dalloway and sucked the life out of it. I find nothing about this book interesting in the least bit. It is like a copy of Mrs. Dalloway minus the plot. I can't relate whatsoever to these women or their problems. Cunningham's writing may be easy to understand, but there is no depth to it. The most original thing in the book is Laura Brown, the story of someone baking a cake. Anyone can write about someone baking a cake, it's not very significant.
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true that home boy
I must say, using the word parasite is the best way to potray this book. SPOT ON DANNY
haha, that is a great way of putting it Danny.
Can YOU write a story of baking a cake? I wonder. You have a good point in arguing that the book is derivative (and, like others, I think your description of Cunningham as a parasite could potentially be apt), but you fail entirely to make your case. Unlike writing a book, anyone can lob little verbal grenades. I wish you'd follow through with your critique by defending and developing it (and maybe persuade me to agree with you, rather than simply dismiss this as an exceptionally lazy post).
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