Gerald
I’ve just finished reading The Third Policeman and it’s left me a bit uneasy. I think, in a number of ways, for a number of reasons, that it’s very much like a book I might have written. This is uncomfortable because, I didn’t particularly like it. Mostly I failed to connect with it. I didn’t care about the characters and what should have been intriguing was just bizarre. I’m heartened that I recognize elements that I should have enjoyed so perhaps it just wasn’t executed well. Then again, I read it as part of my quest to read the 1001 list, so I hesitate to dismiss it. Food for thought here I think.
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