Friday, June 22, 2007
I
decided that I should read some novels of writers I wouldn't normally read and this time around it's Ruth Rendell and Thirteen Steps Down.
I knew nothing about her or her work, but it was clear she's popular (number of copies at the library and hold list) and successful (long, long list of credits).
I'm a quarter of the way through and I want to throwing it back at the library.
There are two main characters--an eighty-something spinster and a twenty-something male border named Mix. The spinster spends her time reading and reliving the past. Mix is delusional about some fashion model and obsessed with a serial killer who was hanged fifty years ago.
I don't find either of them interesting. Nothing they do or say interests me.
I'm tired of serial killers stories so I don't care who he was or who he killed or why he did it or how it did it.
There is a narrative but it laced with backstory, exposition, and telling. So much telling that's it's a wonder anything actually happens in the moment.
What do people get from this kind of book? It baffles me.
I will read to the end, somehow, but the chance I'll read anymore of her work is zero.
Posted 2007/06/22 at 17h45ET in Writing.
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