Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer, 2006.
This novel has received tons of accolades and good reviews. Ambitious. Inventive. Funny, tender, tragic. Stunning virtuosity.
It was a New York Times bestseller.
It's about a nine-year-old boy who lost his father when the Twin Towers fell on 9/11/01. It is written in a first-person stream-of-consciousness sort of style wherein the reader spends a lot of time in the child's head. There is also a first person account from a missing and then found again grandfather and a first person narrative from a grandmother. Those seem more like letters than inner thoughts.
I hated this book. I felt like I was in the mind of a crazy person the entire time I was reading it. Oskar the nine-year-old, was totally unreliable as a narrator and this was a descent into insanity and depression at a child's level.
Had I not been reading this book for my book club, I would not have finished it. I wouldn't have read past the first 10 pages and I wouldn't have missed anything by not reading it.
I can't remember when I ever disliked a book this much.
No stars.
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