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A review by blueyorkie
The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham
2.0
Snow Queen is the story of four people with all their weaknesses, grazes, and will to escape it despite what life has in store.
And then this glow seems weird and will indeed have a meaning on them, but which one?
The back cover intrigued me, but I asked myself why not discover this book and this author.
The style is rather unspeakable: there is, at the same time, little dialogue, and when there is, it is a bit flat. But, on the other hand, some passages are rather funny and show that this group of friends and family has no limits: everyone wants to sleep with everyone and is doing drugs together.
The glow has no explanation, or perhaps one, but it remains very vague and to the reader's appreciation (or imagination).
In specific passages, I got hooked, and then afterward, not really. I admit that sometimes I was lost in what I was reading.
On the other hand, certain emotions manage to pass when death occurs and upsets everyone. But this part is quickly forgotten even if there are some reminders afterward.
And the end casts doubt: has the author inverted first names? Is it up to us to imagine our future?
And then this glow seems weird and will indeed have a meaning on them, but which one?
The back cover intrigued me, but I asked myself why not discover this book and this author.
The style is rather unspeakable: there is, at the same time, little dialogue, and when there is, it is a bit flat. But, on the other hand, some passages are rather funny and show that this group of friends and family has no limits: everyone wants to sleep with everyone and is doing drugs together.
The glow has no explanation, or perhaps one, but it remains very vague and to the reader's appreciation (or imagination).
In specific passages, I got hooked, and then afterward, not really. I admit that sometimes I was lost in what I was reading.
On the other hand, certain emotions manage to pass when death occurs and upsets everyone. But this part is quickly forgotten even if there are some reminders afterward.
And the end casts doubt: has the author inverted first names? Is it up to us to imagine our future?