Sunday, 29 July 2012
William Boyd, Waiting for Sunrise
Here is his latest, and I was pleased to pre-order it, had been a bit Kindle-focused so took a while to get round to it, as it was in hardback. Anyway, have now read it, and frankly was disappointed. He is such a great story teller, and here was not really telling much of a story at all. OK, here is a chap in Vienna, psychoanalysis blah blah, First World War blah blah, affair with strange girl blah blah, so what blah blah. Nice enough writing, but his writing is not so nice as to excuse the fact that there is no real story there. The actual plot, such as it is, is made so obscure and opaque (who is Andromeda?) (what happened on Hampstead Heath?) - oh look there's a Zeppelin! that interest is lost quite quickly. Profound gloom. There are not many writers I pre-order. Maybe I'll leave it a bit and have another look.