I loved My Name is Red, but The Museum of Innocence is not even close to the same level of goodness. Most other reviewers who, presumably, finished the book were kind when they wrote it was not Pamuk’s best work.
The same attention to detail of things which worked so well in MNIR gets boring in TMOI because the story doesn’t go anywhere. Kemal’s obsessive love is ruinous. And yet, all we are treated to is the litany of his obsessive pilfering of objects which he does creepy things with to relive the joy that moment brought him. When it got to an actual enumeration of the 4,213 cigarette butts he’d pilfered and catalogued for his museum, I’d had enough.
Title: A Well-Behaved Woman
Author: Therese Anne Fowler
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Publisher’s Blurb: The riveting novel of iron-willed Alva Vanderbilt and her illustrious family in as they rule Gilded-Age New York, from the New York Times bestselling author of Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald.
Nancy Pearl has a the rule of 50. I have the rule of 100. Especially when a publisher is gracious enough to give me a free copy to read. I just couldn’t make it past 115.
Any sympathy I might have had for Alva Vanderbilt, and the plight of women in the Gilded age just went out the window. We are supposed to sympathize with this girl from the South whose family has fallen onto hard times so she marries into the Vanderbilts.
I tried, really I did. As a historian, I know it’s unfair to impose contemporary standards onto ages long gone. And i do sympathize that for women there was so little agency that marrying into a wealthy family, and gaining social status, was of the difference between a death from poverty, or living.
But honestly, Alva was so dull. And everyone in society so mean and cruel. And William was just one-dimensional. And the descriptions of the unseemly wealth and how it was spent ….
I am sorry Therese Anne Fowler, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley that I can’t give a better review of this book. Thank you so much for providing me with the opportunity to try.
This isn’t about Grace Hopper, it’s about the evolution of software. It’s dry and gets technical. The clue to it not being about Grace came about a hundred pages from the end, when the author drops the bombshell that Grace was an alcoholic and wound up in the hospital because she tried to commit suicide. Nothing in the pages before gave even a clue what was happening to Grace that might lead to such an event. No more slogging for me! I’ll find another book on Grace to read. One that’s more biographical in nature.