While Coming Up for Air might not be a horrible book, it is a book which I struggle to find anything positive to say about. It is well written, and that is about it. It is a more or less a plotless work in which we fallow a man. This man is quite possibly the most mandane, most ordinary, most nothing character in all of literature. I don't know. Maybe I have read too many transgressive works. Maybe I am too odd of a lad. Maybe. Regardless, I was not entertained by finish, way too much fucking fishing in this book. When it is not about fishing, it feels like it is about nothing. War, bombing, lying, attempting to go back to childhood. All that, yet not an interesting bit. Shame.
Paperback, 289 pages
Published Sept. 30, 2004 by 1st World Library.