If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is that I never read Catcher in the Rye at school. To tell the truth, they made me read Heart of Darkness instead and so I think that’s pretty lousy now. But now that I’ve read this literary classic, I got a few thoughts about it.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and with certain review-based scandals doing the rounds, now’s as good a time as any to get it off my chest. (Brace yourselves.)
Somehow, I managed to finish this year’s NaNoWriMo a week early, which has to be a new personal record. And what have I learned this time round? Enough ‘wisdom’ to fill a blog post, it turns out.
I’ve been working my way through a pile of library books in the snatched moments when NaNoWriMo isn’t eating my life, and I was struck by how many novels are written in the first person. Some of them are pretty good, but many don’t seem to move me. I was pondering why this could be, as Pete’s been asking me why I have a problem with using this perspective.
I’m going to an interview/book signing later today and I just can’t deal with it because it’s only Anthony bloody Horowitz.