I don't even have a quote from this book. IT WAS TOO BORING.
Book Title: Pinkerton's Sister
Author: Peter Rushforth
Genre: Fiction
# of pages: 729
My rating of the book, F- [worst] to A [best].: E
Short description/summary of the book: New York at the turn of the century, a city bursting with new life as the old century's order makes way for the new. But in the Pinkerton household a nineteenth-century embarrassment remains: Alice Pinkerton, spinster daughter of a wealthy mercantile family. Though her neighbours consider her a simpleton, in reality Alice's mind is razor sharp. She is thirty-five years of age, and all she has are her books. Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe are her inspiration: Jane Eyre, Maggie Tulliver her companions, nourishing her lonely life. And as she moves through the witless world around her, observing its preudices, its shallow culture, its hatred of truth, she transports those around her into these books, where they can no longer hide, forced to reveal their true characters.
My thoughts: People on Amazon would have you believe this book is a perfect, five stars epic. Do not listen to them. I spent most of it thinking "wtf?" and feeling sort of stupid - as Rushforth (though a good writer) has a really weird tone to his prose which makes you think that all of it is going over your head. Plus, it's really not a novel, more of a study of someone's mind, and it's stream of conciousness which I HATE. I kept going mostly because I was sure something was going to happen, or that there would be a twist, but it ends in exactly the same place it begins! I read seven hundred pages of this thing! So, um, far too clever for its own good, a really dull read with absolutely no interesting characters, and if you are the kind of person who mutilates books, it would not be in one piece past page ten. Even I felt like maybe breaking the spine or something :D.
Author: Peter Rushforth
Genre: Fiction
# of pages: 729
My rating of the book, F- [worst] to A [best].: E
Short description/summary of the book: New York at the turn of the century, a city bursting with new life as the old century's order makes way for the new. But in the Pinkerton household a nineteenth-century embarrassment remains: Alice Pinkerton, spinster daughter of a wealthy mercantile family. Though her neighbours consider her a simpleton, in reality Alice's mind is razor sharp. She is thirty-five years of age, and all she has are her books. Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe are her inspiration: Jane Eyre, Maggie Tulliver her companions, nourishing her lonely life. And as she moves through the witless world around her, observing its preudices, its shallow culture, its hatred of truth, she transports those around her into these books, where they can no longer hide, forced to reveal their true characters.
My thoughts: People on Amazon would have you believe this book is a perfect, five stars epic. Do not listen to them. I spent most of it thinking "wtf?" and feeling sort of stupid - as Rushforth (though a good writer) has a really weird tone to his prose which makes you think that all of it is going over your head. Plus, it's really not a novel, more of a study of someone's mind, and it's stream of conciousness which I HATE. I kept going mostly because I was sure something was going to happen, or that there would be a twist, but it ends in exactly the same place it begins! I read seven hundred pages of this thing! So, um, far too clever for its own good, a really dull read with absolutely no interesting characters, and if you are the kind of person who mutilates books, it would not be in one piece past page ten. Even I felt like maybe breaking the spine or something :D.