Here is this week’s Booking Through Thursday question:
Finding a book you love and then hating everything else you try by that author?
Reading a completely disappointing book by an author that you love?
Writer’s aren’t perfect, obviously, but it is disappointing to read a book by a favorite writer and not like the book. I hit that point with Hemingway a few years ago. I had read most of his fiction, but not much of his nonfiction, and so I started Death in The Afternoon, his 1932 treatise on bullfighting. This book personifies, sadly, the blowhard macho Hemingway that gets overmythologized and that often overshadows his writing.