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Posted October 20, 2004
This tome was first released in the late 90's, but it's aged very well thanks to White's considerable skill as a wordsmith. Like it (the book) or not, you've got to give White his due as a master of sentence construction. His characters (Leonard, in particular) seem like guys we met somewhere just yesterday, so they seem like old friends. Despite the too often use of French language, the story is conveyed in an intelligent, cerebral manner and goes down easy with an open mind.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 15, 2003
I was disappointed that this ersatz autobiography, reeking of self-indulgent gay foppery, has no plot. None. It moves industriously from sketch after sketch of superficially drawn minor characters basking in the diminutive light of their own egos, until by Chapter Eleven, the reader cries, ¿Enough already! End this thing!¿ And, as if the author had foreseen his reader¿s frustration, Chapter Eleven does, in fact, end it. Edmund White tries for profundity¿ or if not profundity, then sophistication. Or if not sophistication, then at least the world-weariness of an urbane gentleman who has seen it all, done it all. What he achieves after 413 pages is a revelation of himself as¿ well¿ old. It¿s sad. His 'A Boy¿s Own Story' is justifiably considered a classic, and his mastery of English, his gorgeous sentences freighted with fresh, remarkable imagery and turns of phrase worthy of Henry James or Marcel Proust are fascinating reading all by themselves. It¿s too bad all that magnificent prose doesn¿t add up to something of substance.
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Posted December 6, 2010
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