Depressing if intermittently well-written tale of down-and-out life in Depression-era Albany, New York, a place I never want to visit. Characters are not well drawn, dialogue is repetitive and unimaginative, storyline banal, violence unconvincing. How did the author get such a big reputation?
Strange mixture of genres; sometimes mystical sometimes gritty realism. Biggest problem was lack of any character to empathize with. Unlike On The Road (which had many bums in it) there was never an urge while reading to buy a flat bed truck and drive out into Norfolk.
Perhaps one needs to read the other books in the trilogy?
I agree with Mr Red’s comments; this does not compare favourably with any (all?) of the numerous American authors that have written about the Depression. Not good enough.
Depressing if intermittently well-written tale of down-and-out life in Depression-era Albany, New York, a place I never want to visit. Characters are not well drawn, dialogue is repetitive and unimaginative, storyline banal, violence unconvincing. How did the author get such a big reputation?
Strange mixture of genres; sometimes mystical sometimes gritty realism. Biggest problem was lack of any character to empathize with. Unlike On The Road (which had many bums in it) there was never an urge while reading to buy a flat bed truck and drive out into Norfolk.
Perhaps one needs to read the other books in the trilogy?
I agree with Mr Red’s comments; this does not compare favourably with any (all?) of the numerous American authors that have written about the Depression. Not good enough.
Authors are people, not things!!!