Patrick Oxtoby has suffered a mental break, but it sounds like he's been mentally ill for some time. Patrick has just been jilted by his "fiance", his first girlfriend who he had proposed to after only dating 2 months. He stifles an urge to push her down a flight of stairs and decides, instead, that he should just move away.
In the first half of the book literally every conversation is akward. Patrick tries to joke, to flirt or just to partake in the conversation, but as the book is written first person, the narration reveals a methodical reasoning that reminds me of sociopathy.
Patrick's views on women are messed up as well. He fixates on the first two attractive women he meets, and becomes overly protective and posessive over his landlady, and strangely forward, and demanding of a waitress he meets and forges a bond (mostly in his head) with. He describes both women as beautiful, but makes a point of stating that they aren't wearing any makeup.
The day after Patrick arrives, his mother follows him, for some reason upset that her adult son has moved out of her house. She accuses him of leaving in order to hurt her. She fails to pick up any cues as to her unwelcomeness. Patrick stifles an urge to push his mother off a pier, and instead just offends her by bluntly telling her he wants her to leave him alone.
Ian Welkin is one of Patrick's roomates. Welkin comes from a well to do family. He's a charming flirt a drunk and a womanizer. In short Patrick focuses alot of resentment on Welkin, while at the same time rationalizing that he wants Welkin as a friend, more than he doesn't want Welkin as a friend. Theres also sexual tension directed by Welkin on Patrick.
As if you couldn't tell by the foreshadowing, Patrick commits a violent act. He accidentally kills someone. He's sent to prison.
The second half of the book is alot less akwardness. Patrick has a much easier time dealing with his fellow inmates, and even with a creepy guard that wants to help/rape him (he doesn't get raped at this point) Things actually go pretty well until Patrick makes friends with an inmate that wants to be his lover, at which point more powerful inmates threaten to pimp him if he doesn't provide them with money and drugs.
By the end of the book it's evident that Patrick will, once he serves his minimum sentance be in some senses both healed and damaged.
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Friday, January 22, 2010
Book Review: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larssen
I was reluctant to pick this novel up and I can't articulate why. Something about Lisbeth Salanders name.
The thing to remember when reading this book is that the author, Stieg Larssen was Swedish, and is dead. These are keys to why the book is the way that it is.
The lead is Michael Blomkvist, a financial journalist, and a compulsive serial man slut. He's on his way to serving a short prison sentence for publishing a story he can't back up in his financial journalism magazine . Because it's Sweden, he's got months before he has to show up to serve his time, and he reluctantly takes a job in a remote village as a family biographer cum private investigator for the Vanger clan.
Blomkvist is largely a snooze. Financial Journalism is awful and boring, and even Blomkvists sexcapades, while mind boggling, are not exactly scintillating.
When the book isn't unnessecarily educating me about the ins and outs of financial journalism, and confusing me about why anybody wants to seduce Michael Blomkvist it's a really really good book.
Lisbeth Salander is a well designed character (even if Photographic Memory isn't an actual thing). The best way to describe her is functionally mentally ill. Because badass though she is, she inspires any number of amateur psychiactric diagnoses.
In the first third of the book, I could hardly wait for anything involving Blomkvist to be over, but after that it got alot more gripping. This is why I say that Larssen's death is important. My understanding is that generally an editor will essentially hack and slash, and send the transcript back to the author a few times for reworking. I put it to you that, as Larssen had passed, passages that would perhaps otherwise have been cut out or scaled down remain.
The result is, a book that could have been superb, is just great.
The thing to remember when reading this book is that the author, Stieg Larssen was Swedish, and is dead. These are keys to why the book is the way that it is.
The lead is Michael Blomkvist, a financial journalist, and a compulsive serial man slut. He's on his way to serving a short prison sentence for publishing a story he can't back up in his financial journalism magazine . Because it's Sweden, he's got months before he has to show up to serve his time, and he reluctantly takes a job in a remote village as a family biographer cum private investigator for the Vanger clan.
Blomkvist is largely a snooze. Financial Journalism is awful and boring, and even Blomkvists sexcapades, while mind boggling, are not exactly scintillating.
When the book isn't unnessecarily educating me about the ins and outs of financial journalism, and confusing me about why anybody wants to seduce Michael Blomkvist it's a really really good book.
Lisbeth Salander is a well designed character (even if Photographic Memory isn't an actual thing). The best way to describe her is functionally mentally ill. Because badass though she is, she inspires any number of amateur psychiactric diagnoses.
In the first third of the book, I could hardly wait for anything involving Blomkvist to be over, but after that it got alot more gripping. This is why I say that Larssen's death is important. My understanding is that generally an editor will essentially hack and slash, and send the transcript back to the author a few times for reworking. I put it to you that, as Larssen had passed, passages that would perhaps otherwise have been cut out or scaled down remain.
The result is, a book that could have been superb, is just great.
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