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This weekend I finished Lost by Gregory Maguire, whose every book I watch like a hawk for because Wicked is one of my favorite books ever, the sort of thing by which I gauge other people's opinions about books: if they love it, then they will get what I like and don't like. If they hate it, well, I don't think I've met anyone who hates it. Yet, anyway.
But Lost was a bit of a letdown. Maguire's two previous novels were retellings - or re-envisionings, more appropriately - of specific stories; the Wicked Witch of the West's perspective in one, and Cinderella in the next. Lost is a mishmash of literary and historical references, from Jack the Ripper to saints to Alice in Wonderland to Dickens, and in an odd connection, the main character suffers a similar fate, becoming a mishmash of traits and weaknesses. Things start to pull together in the final third but it's a hard book to fall in love with. I'd love, though, to hear what anyone else thinks of it, Maguire fans or not.
Flyboy: Have you read any other Winterson? Gut Symmetries was a troublesome one to get through, but The Passion and Written on the Body were both fantastic, and much more...what's the word I want to use? GS felt forced, while the others were just beautiful. |
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