Review of 'All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
A very interesting novel on war, friendship, bravery, and the need to belong. The historical dimensions of this WW2 tale seem fair, balanced, and honest.
Detailed Summary, Analysis and Reading Guide
Paperback, 54 pages
Published April 8, 2019 by BrightSummaries.com.
A very interesting novel on war, friendship, bravery, and the need to belong. The historical dimensions of this WW2 tale seem fair, balanced, and honest.
I read it as slowly as possible, to savour each impeccably chosen word in each perfectly crafted sentence.
Wordy.
I guess there are people with highly visual imaginations, for whom every extra word is a Pollockian splash adding ever more vivid detail to a cluttered, I mean rich, canvas; people who think rococo “could use a little something.” Turns out I’m not one of those people, which is odd because I used to think I loved well-crafted sentences, and this book is chock full of them, but I also have a fondness for characters and relationships which were in short supply. Although Doerr beautifully describes actions — what is happening — I never felt like I understood the why. The characters were opaque. Affectless. The connections between them flimsy. I think the words crowded out the feels.
Not a good book to read on Kindle: I started compulsively checking the percent meter on every page, despairing at its lack of progress: 80%, still 80%, still, still, still, …
Wordy.
I guess there are people with highly visual imaginations, for whom every extra word is a Pollockian splash adding ever more vivid detail to a cluttered, I mean rich, canvas; people who think rococo “could use a little something.” Turns out I’m not one of those people, which is odd because I used to think I loved well-crafted sentences, and this book is chock full of them, but I also have a fondness for characters and relationships which were in short supply. Although Doerr beautifully describes actions — what is happening — I never felt like I understood the why. The characters were opaque. Affectless. The connections between them flimsy. I think the words crowded out the feels.
Not a good book to read on Kindle: I started compulsively checking the percent meter on every page, despairing at its lack of progress: 80%, still 80%, still, still, still, like that scene in Holy Grail where John Cleese is endlessly running toward the castle but never making progress. Then, mercifully, at 96%, when I still think I have a week to go, it ends! Hallelujah! And that was my favorite part: it ended early.