Here’s this week’s Booking Through Thursday:
Name a book or author that you truly wanted to love but left you disappointed. (And, of course, explain why.)
Four years ago I started reading Dow Mossman‘s The Stones of Summer. I was inspired to read this obscure novel after seeing the documentary Stone Reader, a quest story by Mark Moskowitz, who seeks out a legendary author and this supposed literary masterpiece — Mossman and above-mentioned novel.
When I tracked down a copy of the novel, I barely slogged through the first five pages before giving up. It wasn’t a work of genius. It was muddled and purple, launching into sentences that obscured rather than revealed meaning:
When August came, thick as a dream of falling timbers, Dawes Williams and his mother would pick Simpson up at his office, and then they would all drive west, all evening, the sun before them dying like the insides of a stone melon, split and watery, halving with blood.
The film, on the other hand, is brilliant, a paean to the power of reading.