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The joy of literary fiction is that you don't just look through a window, you see the beauty of the glass, the frame, the intent of the artist.
"Spill Simmer Falter Wither" was the most divine look at the world that I'd read/listened to in such a long time. But "A Line Made By Walking" lacks the elegance, the brilliance of sunlight against shadow, the ability to make rust something glorious.
Here, Baume is attempting to make the faded, painful dustiness of depression a work of art, by using some fine prose, by testing it, side-by-side, against other works of art, by trying to capture the fine line between when something is alive, when something is dead.
Frankie, twenty-five and now twenty-six, is a woman wallowing in depression, struggling with mental illness, trying to find her way back to a sturdy casualness with the world. But she's a fractious woman, a woman who is apt to tell the people who love her to f-off, which she does quite often.
I get it. I struggle with debilitating clinical depression and while I find that Baume gets close to a real description of the illness, Frankie's wholeness, if you will, just rings false. "A Line Made By Walking" doesn't even begin to capture the black, the emptiness that other works of fiction do so well.
Lacking too is the beautiful language, word choices, one of a kind figurative phrasing that made her debut book so stunning. Baume seems like she wrote this quickly, trying to get that second book in as part of a two-book deal with her publisher.
While this is a fine enough book and Frankie is a candid person with a nice ability to pick out the details and make decent enough comparisons, the floating-on-the-surface quality of it wasn't enough to engage me flat-out. I put the book away often: not because I wanted to savor each word, as I did with "Spill Simmer Falter Wither", but because I just didn't really care, even when it met its evasive conclusion.
Worth it for the language, but I'd wait for a sale or a Daily Deal...
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What a struggle to listen too. The ramblings of a depressed artist. I left the room several times and let it play just to push through it.
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