In a network of lines that enlace
20-something Londoner with a tendency toward book ranting.
Predictable and dull
This book was disappointing in a variety of ways. Firstly, the so called uniqueness of the images being a focus for the story has been done brilliantly in Sebald’s Austerlitz. I managed to force myself to get over this, and try to enjoy the actual book. To begin with I could, and found it interesting.
Then, it just became predictable. It was blindingly obvious what would happen; with a few plot exceptions. There was nothing clever or to be honest, interesting anymore. It’s a shame, as Riggs is a talented writer with an amazing grasp of language. But frankly, this book isn’t worth reading.
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