The author sticks to the straight-
-And-narrow, yet ranges
Through various landscapes of the
Protagonist's life, aided by a shift-
-Ing point-of-view. Part of the story
Is told by his cockatiel, Ruth.
I felt that the use of metaphors
Was illuminating, the style
Detail-rich and full of buoyancy.
For example, Ruth "was green as
a four-leaf clover". Such prose!
Reminiscent of DeGroat, or Marchese.
By the end, we know the main
Character perhaps better than we'd like.
I will not spoil it, but the introduction
Of a member of the Brazilian royal
Family was a master stroke.
A major young writer bursts upon the scene.
Simon & Schuster, hardcover, $29.95.
I wrote this poem after reading quite a few of this type of review: oriented towards some abstract ideal of literary merit, mentioning not even enough of the plot to attract the reader, and leaving the librarian still clueless about whether to purchase the book. I'm sure I'll read many more. This is not necessarily a bad kind of book review (why should we be hand-fed our decision to purchase or not to purchase?), but gosh darned if it isn't ubiquitous.
Are you starting to get the feeling that I'll complain about just about anything? Well, now, no...I feel pretty uniformly good about, for example, Easter candy...the Internet...my apartment...Middle Eastern food...
*Jennifer ends non-sequitur before it gets out-of-hand*