Monday, November 3, 2008
Oscar Wao
What can I say? I can't bring myself to enjoy this book at all. I have a tendency to focus on how authors use language to get their point across, and in this case I spend most of my time trying to figure out what it is the author is trying to say. In my opinion, a novel should be something that I can enjoy reading, not something that I have to put down every two minutes to go online and look up a translation for words that are written in another language. I can appreciate books that make you think, but this one makes me do outside research, which I don't find to be enjoyable in this case. The story itself isn't bad, it would just be nice if either it were written in english, with footnotes for the foreign words, or if I spoke spanish already, none of which were the case. I may be shallow in my view on this book, but with how slowly the book started, my initial views weren't given a chance to change and have become how I view the entire book.
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I agree with the fact that this book was hard to read because of the second language written in the book and not interpreted for you. That made the book very frustrating and annoying to read. It turned me of from the start. It took way to long for the story to get started and when it finally did I was just ready for the stupid thing to be over. It got a little better once it got past the bio on of Oscar’s family members but like I said by then my interest for the book was long gone.
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