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by Jon McGregor
In a word (or two or three): it's nice to see somebody actually try
on a book jacket
From the Mr.
Hipster:
If you're the type of person who looks
for his books to have plots, this is not the book for you. If you
expect consistent narrative structure and linear development, you're
going to be pretty disappointed on that front as well. What this novel
does have, though, is a deeper feeling that transcends the written
word. Its descriptions and scenarios leap off the page, as the author
describes the goings on of a single block in a lower class London
neighborhood. All told in a roundabout flashback from the perspective
of the omniscient author, we marry the details of that day with the
first person future story of one of the block's residents. The author
sets the mood up front with beautiful prose about the thrum and bustle
of a modern city, and the one moment everyday where the perfect storm
of motion and noise ceases to be. The description encapsulates the
whole story--a story you think you know from the beginning, but which
turns out to be something completely different. I'm kind of purposely
being obtuse here, as anything I write about the storyline itself
won't do the book justice. I'd rather let others read and soak in
the feeling and sadness and hope that the thing emanates for themselves.
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