Kel McGowan is Kelligrafie
So the book I was meant to be reviewing four days ago was The Last Resort by Alison Lurie.
Centres around a naturalist who thinks he's dying to cancer and decides instead of shrivelling away into nothing he's going to do the 'deed' himself and commit suicide. Unfortunately his dedicated wife of half his age, takes his mulling and solitude to mean he no longer loves her and is having an affair. Because in these books, even though the marriages are perfect - nobody can ever have a conversation. Have you noticed that? JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER!
They then move to the seemingly gay/lesbian capital of America to play it all out. And trust me, the gays can't just be normal down-to-earth gay blokes, they have to be properly 'woopter' limp-wristed gay. I mean, nobody calls their mother 'mumsie'. Ever. I know gay men. None of them would ever use that word.
Every chapter consists of 25% regurgitated information. Which is annoying. Just because your book is picked up by dull middle-aged housewives with nothing better to do, they don't need taking through the characters' back story every other chapter. That's just patronising to your reader and it's one of the reasons I had a massive gripe with a particularly famous female author who thought that everyone had to be described, in full, every ten pages.
I have nothing more to say really. The book certainly didn't stay in my mind long enough to write a longer review so we can all assume it's a bit dull.
BUT! I'm currently reading On Becoming A Fairy Godmother by Sara Maitland. Started it on my lunch break today and it's a corker!
File under: Kelligrafie, book review, The Last Resort, Alison Lurie
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