Anne Enright has been named the winner of 2007 Man Booker Prize for her novel The Gathering a bleak story of a dysfunctional Irish family.
Very good book I'm sure, but the same thing that prevents me from watching drama stops me from reading it. I just don't want to know about any more misery, thanks. All my pity is lavished on myself.
Besides, I can't take the book seriously now that I have seen Master Goblin created an important, nay, seminal list featuring it.
I do wonder why the hell people insist on putting their reviews and lists up on Amazon. More often than not they are less use than a cats flux, and an excuse to grandstand. Get a blog why don't you? And if they are good reviews the reviewer should be paid. Don't get me started on those monkeys who make advertisements for corporations as an "in" to a design career, or the spaniels who provide free entertainment on youtube (so companies don't even have to provide the material to the viewers, how cheap is that)?
Yes yes yes, I am sure I am oversimplifying the matter, but I simply must vent after a day of keeping my less pleasant opinions to myself.
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