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This book wasn’t for you, but who do you think might enjoy it more?
I have no idea. I don't think I know enough "intellectuals," to use an outdated word. I usually enjoy Mr. Ballerini's work, but he is beginning to pile up a small group of turkeys here. Oddly, or maybe not, a number of them seem to be about the history of Italy, a language that he speaks perfectly. His name is Italian. I can make no other sense of this.
What was most disappointing about Joshua Cody’s story?
I really don't understand what in hell Mr. Cody is talking about. It seems to be a jumble of ramblings that are disjointed, and if there is a plot, I couldn't find it. So, let's see: characters, plot, drama. No, no and no.
How did the narrator detract from the book?
The book is just not for me. I don't understand it, after several hours of trying to figure it out, I gave up. Why bother?
What reaction did this book spark in you? Anger, sadness, disappointment?
It's a waste of a credit, which is about $12, I think, and it was a waste of my time. I also feel that it is a waste of Mr. Ballerini's extraordinary talent, but I guess he didn't think so.
Any additional comments?
5 of 5 people found this review helpful
I'm a bit mystified why so many people seem to be expending so much energy loathing this book. I found it to be poetic, horrifying, funny. His descriptions of living with, and nearly dying of, cancer, are hideous, and they reached me on a cellular level. So far, I and most of my circle have escaped this torment, but I know it's only a matter of time, and this author has spared us nothing in the way of what we can expect. That he went through it and survived is a miracle.
His observations--about family, love, sex, music, art, poetry--are lovely and informative and hilarious and excruciating and personal and yet universal. That said, I admit that once in a while I found it a bit self-involved, but what writing isn't? What good writer isn't? This one will learn to remove his visible self, I'm sure. He's too good not to.
I must say that I didn't read it--I listened to it, thanks to audible.com--and so I may have to give some extra credit to the brilliant Edoardo Ballerini, who read the book to me (and it felt that way--he read it to *me*). My advice is to listen to this book. Don't read it. Let it happen in your ears.