Out of all the collections I
have read this year, this one, Emerald City by Jennifer Egan, has to be the
least impressive. And since it comes from a writer as amazing as Egan, who has
shown recently to be a powerhouse writer more than deserving of her title as a
literary celebrity makes this all the more disappointing. Egan’s last two
novels The Keep and A Visit from the Goon Squad were simply astounding in the
way she turns storytelling on its head and is able to make the story more rich
and interesting. The Keep combined a gothic setting and thriller-like elements
in a way that left me spellbound, and A Visit from the Goon Squad used linked
narratives to make a story that was as entertaining as it was high art. But
this collection, despite how amateur it is, really goes to show you how a
writer grows as he or she gets older. Her novel Look at Me, which she wrote
before The Keep, also does this. Not only has she grown in talent but in
subject matter as well. Nowadays, she is no longer obsessed with modeling,
which dominates a good portion of these stories and all of Look at Me despite
her coming off as a Bret Easton Ellis too scared to go too far. While none of
these stories are any good, some do show her obvious path too greatness, but
only on a paragraph-by-paragraph basis. A few sentences are good and the setups
to some of these stories would be awesome in the hands of an older, wiser Egan.
But I cannot really recommend any of these stories, which are forgettable at
best, bad at their worst. Her rise in popularity may cause a curious few to
read a few of these stories, but I feel they might be disappointed.
Rating: 3/5
No comments:
Post a Comment