Twenty-Fifteen: I’m doing something I’ve been putting off for far too long. I’m getting serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It’s time to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’re going Book to the Future!
This book should have taken me about two sittings to push through, but instead I spent over a week ploughing through it’s dialog-rich narrative.
I finished William Golding’s Lord of the Flies earlier this evening, the second half of the book devoured in the span of less than one day after trying to find some traction between my interest and the story for nearly a week of picking through the first half.
The book didn’t catch me at first, but eventually I’ll admit that U got into it. I will say, though, that while the pace is solid throughout, the action is rather mundane and somewhat cliché (if even definitively so) particularly through the opening chapters.
Up until the last few chapters I was quite ready to give this book a two (or maybe at best) a three star rating.
I can’t say truly I enjoyed it all that much, and (as I alluded to in my last post on this book) as a high school curriculum novel it is obvious why they make teenagers read this as a study: it is not only that it is a book chock full children and teenagers spiraling into savagery and madness (much the same way I recall high school) but the story is so cluttered with metaphor and allusion and literary symbolism that it there is practically little to no breathing space to be found between the proverbial lines for casual interpretation. If a high school student is unable to figure it out, they are probably a lost cause (as far as understanding literature, at least) and may as well be dumped on a deserted island to hunt for pigs for all it’s worth.
The lesson to be learned –that we are all chaotic beings finely balanced on the edge of a very sharp blade splitting the space between a desire for civilization and the savagery of unchecked desire– is as much as slapped in the face of the reader.
The book redeemed itself in the last quarter, however, as the action piqued my interest and I found that I was starting to actually care about the fate of the protagonist. That said, while I won’t be in any rush for a re-read, I am glad to have struck this from my shoulda-list… and now I think I’ll go look for some old episodes of Lost.