Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Book thirty-one: Busy Monsters by William Giraldi
Told from the standpoint of a blowhard named Charles Homar, Busy Monsters is a strange tale that is just a little too strange for my taste. But I'm in the minority as I've seen this book show up on a lot of year-end, best books lists.
My least favorite part of the book is the dialogue. The writer constantly reminds us that "nobody talks like this." I think he repeatedly tells us this to ensure we know that, while the dialogue is painful, the author intends the dialogue to be painful. I feel like he's trying to ensure that we know it's his way of being clever. But in the end, it may just come off as proof that no one talks like that.
I guess I'll have to agree to disagree with several of my favorite book critics. Because I just didn't like Busy Monsters.