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Ladataan... The Gate of Air: A Ghost StoryTekijä: James Buchan
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When mysterious loner Jim Smith moves into remote Paradise Farmhouse, he experiences some strange but wonderful midnight visits from an ethereal woman. He soon discovers that this dream-like figure is the incarnation of a 1960s beauty immortalised in a famous nude portrait that belongs to his neighbour. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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From an early stage I had the feeling that whilst the plot probably played itself out fully in the author’s head, only a small fraction of it found its way onto the page. I kept turning back and re-reading sections, convinced I had missed something...the piece that would make it all make sense. But no. We simply stumbled between disjointed events, many of which suggested an interesting direction in which the story might head, but then off we would go on another tangent. There was a chapter in the first half where Jim Smith, the uncharismatically named central character, attends a party at the home of his rich neighbours and is treated rudely. There were moments of drama, moments of humour, and he got to sit next to someone called Glory Gainer who I fully expected to burst into a rendition of “I Will Survive” at any moment, and I thought I was really going to like this book. It’s not as though the quality of the writing is bad – quite the opposite. But it’s writing that gives with one hand and takes away with the other. Soon we were heading off on another incomprehensible dream sequence before an archaeology plotline attempted to gain ascendency. But of course that also shuddered to a premature halt.
Looking back, I wonder whether I really “knew” any of the characters. Jim himself I wrongly supposed to be in his fifties. Fair enough – the first page states that he’s in the “prime of life” but as that’s a phrase I have often heard used to patronise those past middle-age I made incorrect assumptions. Later....much later... I discovered he was younger than me, the rascal. Having mentally placed the waistband of his trousers a few inches below his armpits I had to mentally readjust that and everything else. It was most troubling. It was the same, only worse, with the rest of the cast who are seen in tiny snippets and never feel as important to the reader as they apparently are to the story. It comes to something when one of the most rounded characters is the dog. (He’s called Argos. “What? Like the catalogue-store on the ring road?” Jim observes in a rare moment of real-world clarity)
Having staggered through to the end my head is full of questions, but they are only questions about why things happened the way they did in the story, why did so-and-so say that, how was such and such a character able to guess such and such a thing etc, they aren’t questions that broaden my understanding of any real world topic. I never leave books unfinished, but sometimes ...I really am tempted. ( )