'Cause the sooner I can get the book I finished tonight out of my head, the better. I'm gonna give Drinnan one more chance (as far as I know, he's only written three books, anyway...that have been published in the US, at least) because his work was specifically recommended to me, but I'm not holding out very high hopes of Glove Puppet
being a pleasurable read at this point. *sighs* Drinnan, Neal. Quill. 2000. New York: St. Martin's Press, 2001.Summary
: A two-part novel. In the first part, gay novelist Elliot Bernard has written a thinly-veiled message to his ex-lover Blaise which reveals Blaise's current boyfriend Woodrow's infidelities and Elliot's continued love for Blaise. They get back together. The second part of the novel, after Elliot's death from complications arising from AIDS and right before the publication of his autobiography, is told from the point of view of his mother at his wake. She doesn't necessarily agree with his lifestyle, but she loves him, and he loved her, and she gave him the strength to be what he was, and he knew it.Comments
: You know, I wanted to like this novel. Really, I did. But no matter how hard I tried to invoke the power of positive thinking, I couldn't wait for the damn thing to be over fast enough. Besides the issues with the slang that I had while reading Drinnan's other novel, Pussy's Bow
, where I couldn't figure out if it was a typo or just, well, NOT-American, I found myself with serious objections about the format. I mean, it was 230+ pages of reading about characters reading about themselves. Tell me that doesn't sound boring to you. And, I hate to say it, but the many excerpted samples of Elliot's two books reveals a wordy, pretentious author who writes way worse than Drinnan does all by his lonesome. Suffice to say that it wasn't a pleasant experience. I was less than wowed by Elliot's declaration of love in the "Je Louse"--as if truth is all we need! Bah, humbug! He's love for his mother was more convincing, but it struck me as an unconvincing anthem to the greatness of mothers. C'mon, you can do better than that. I kinda liked the part at the end where Rose walks in on a late-night showing of her son's early foray into pornographic film; at first, she thinks they're watching a sports game of some sort, but then she walks into the bedroom and realize they're all watching her son at age 20 or so taking it up the ass. ^^;;;;; Thankfully, though, she accepts it all with good grace, and she's a far more convincing character overall than any female I've seen Drinnan write thus far. This is really the only thing that saves Quill
from an immediate pulping.Notes
: hardcover, 1st US editionRating
- Most definitely bad, but not "magnificently" bad, as it were. Let's put it this way: I'm not driving nails into my eyeballs, but I think I would've rathered spent the time reading this book in the dentist's chair getting my teeth drilled.