The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I should not have enjoyed this book.
The narrator rambles, he jumps all over. He talks about food all the time and weird food.
He's a dick, to his friends to his cousin, to women oh my god to women. He's a class A misogynistic douche.
He's paranoid and crazy and self obsessed. He has no redeeming features. None. He's an awful human.
The other characters are also self obsessed or insane or weird.
There were so many weird coincidences, someone happens to appear at just the right time. Turns out so and so knew so and so the whole time for no reason. So many problems could be solved if everyone just sat down & talked like a normal human. But no, not even the non theatre people act like normal people.
And yet I really enjoyed it. No idea why. The writing just carried me, it didn't feel like 500 pages I read it on kindle so I had no concept of how fast I was moving but each time I checked I'd read another 10%.
Read the first 50 pages, if you can handle that he gets slightly less rambley and talks about food less. And it becomes quite tense in the middle.
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