Friday, December 21, 2007
Why I'm Not A Book Reviewer...
I sort of think this book was originally intended to be more about gardening than it turned out; but it's like Liz when she leaves a voicemail for somebody... she sets out properly, then meanders off into a half dozen conversational byways and side-roads, and ends up leaving a five minute message that's more of an essay on life as it is today. Once after one of these soliloquies, she hung up the phone and said, "Oh God, did I just say all of that?" So, I think it's a woman thing, and this is a woman's book, that is partially about gardening. If you like terrific writing, and you're a woman, I sincerely (and seriously) highly recommend this book. It just wasn't for me... but as George Costanza would say on Seinfeld: "It's not you, it's me."
Oddly enough, this is actually one of the more useful book reviews that I've read lately. More evocative than factual, sure, but the main point is that you're able to convey your response to the book in clear and specific and patently honest terms. That means that your regular readers are well-equipped to judge, based on a built-up knowledge of you and your personal preferences, whether this is a book for them... or not. And I very much enjoyed the little sidetrip into Liz's voicemail style!Post a Comment