I'm reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski for Bumble Book Club this month. I'm on page 103. I still have no idea what the story is about. The prose is pretty...and prosaic. But this book is dull I tell you so dull that I don't want to finish it. I'm an anal-retentive finisher type of gal. I always read the book club book--cover to cover, with prepared remarks. Only 450 pages to go.
The book was endorsed by Richard Russo--a man whose work I adore. He was also David Wroblewski's teacher in David's MFA program at Warren Wilson, so did he really like the book or was he just doing a favor for a student? Stephen King endorsed the book. I respect and admire Stephen King's writing. Oprah endorsed this book. I despise Oprah. Her books are always of a type and so far? This book is that type. Lovely writing, confusing narrative and (I suspect) a dark and miserable ending.
I give a shit about dogs having babies and some mute kid confused by his lying uncle. Bor-ring.
Back to reading the damn book.
450 pages to go.