Reading

home bio newsletters books mainpage clarion west 08 ancient archives flickr photos

Links

husband uncle/boss co-worker flori binderess band camp it's a meri day spill it, sister karuk tribe karuk klamath one song yoga

Archives

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Slam

7. Slam (309 pp.) by Nick Hornby. You have no idea how much it pains me to pan a Nick Hornby book. I've been a fan since High Fidelity. I even read Fever Pitch all the way to the end and that's a lot of soccer even for me.

The book is about a teen pregnancy from the boy's point of view. It suffers a bit because I saw Juno less than a month ago and filled my quota of teen pregnancy stories for the time being.

But beyond that, I don't think it's a very good book. Sure, the dialogue and characterization are wonderful classic Hornby, but it felt like a book written on a deadline. He uses a couple of gimmicks that grew tiresome and I don't think the story holds together and by the end it felt long. Sorry, can't recommend.

Did you know the Atlantic Monthly is no longer behind a pay wall? You can read an interview with Hornby on this book here.

posted by Pamela at 8:12 AM Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Comments: Post a Comment