Cloud Atlas,
I left out the 'Dear' because it'd make me feel like I'm writing a 'Dear John' letter. And I don't want to feel that at all. I drafted most of this letter in my head a little less than 12 hours ago. I don't remember much so forgive me if this letter seems...disjointed. I'm not even sure if that's the right word. I don't care enough to see if it is.
I thought that it would be different the second time around (it was when I had reread Catcher in the Rye) but it was still the same. I couldn't enjoy reading you no matter how hard I tried. Perhaps, to enjoy you (or at least reach the final page), one must have an open-mind. I tarnished mine by reading your wiki page, watching the movie trailer, listening to the sextet, creating unrealistic expectations.
I wanted to read you for so long. And you're not even here. I returned you to the library just yesterday. I hope another reader would read you, and enjoy it. Because I certainly didn't.
I'm not exactly sure on why I couldn't enjoy you. I am so very much in love with the concept. The idea of reincarnation and lives and fates being intertwined. I love stories like that. I want more stories like that. Maybe I was never supposed to read you. I don't think I'll read you again. At least not in the near future.
I got it now. I don't care about your characters. I couldn't find anything in them that would make me sympathize with them. I didn't care for their struggles, their stories. My favorite story was of Robert Frobisher. And he was a jerk. So I didn't like him very much.
Was it because they weren't teenagers? I remember reading a book that had an adult's point of view and I loved it. He ended up being my favorite character.
He was a statue.
So now I'm going through Goodreads to find any book that has an adult pov. I can multitask. There was The Name of the Wind. I didn't like it very much. Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life was okay. Thought it was boring most of the time but I got through. 1Q84 was a nightmare to read. Took me about four months. It was okay. The ending still sucks.
So is it me????? Is this my fault???? I couldn't enjoy you because there wasn't any chapters in a teenager's pov???
I can't believe this, do you know how much this would limit me??? WHAT IF THIS STAYS??? WHAT IF I GROW UP TO BE IN MY THIRTIES AND ALL I CAN READ ARE YOUNG. ADULT. BOOKS.
Excuse me, I'm going to go reexamine myself.
I understand your frustration. My books haven't been dragging behind in the dirt, but have instead induced late-night tantrums and commotion as I try to come up with what would possess a person to write such aggravating, frustrating endings. Is it just me, or has writing become lazy? Maybe you are right, maybe it is I who doesn't understand the complexities of "adult novels".
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