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A review by theatlantean
Ashes in My Mouth, Sand in My Shoes by Per Petterson
2.0
Funny, I was just dismissing as irrelevant a critique of The Slow Regard of Silent Things which stated it didn't have a plot, when I finish this and my main critique is, it didn't have a plot...
The difference is, whereas TSRFST has some of the most beautiful prose I have ever read, and is a character study of an amazing and unique voice and takes you deep inside a special person, what you get here is a series of unconnected events with a subtext that is indifferent to the point of occasional banality.
Yes, there is a thread that connects them, and a plot in that the coming-of-age is there, but it kind of jumps straight from childhood into a final event which is not borne out by character growth. Maybe if this had been a further hundred pages with seeds being sown, it would have done what it intended to. As it is, it is slight. Sorry.
The difference is, whereas TSRFST has some of the most beautiful prose I have ever read, and is a character study of an amazing and unique voice and takes you deep inside a special person, what you get here is a series of unconnected events with a subtext that is indifferent to the point of occasional banality.
Yes, there is a thread that connects them, and a plot in that the coming-of-age is there, but it kind of jumps straight from childhood into a final event which is not borne out by character growth. Maybe if this had been a further hundred pages with seeds being sown, it would have done what it intended to. As it is, it is slight. Sorry.