Firmin: Adventures of a Metropolitan Lowlife by
Sam Savage My review
rating: 2 of 5 stars
Why I was intrigued: the novel is told in the first person (first rat?) of a rat named Firmin who can read and lives in a declining neighborhood in Boston in the 1960s. His home is a bookstore, in which he first eats books before learning to enjoy them by reading them.
What I liked: the book references that I knew, the descriptions of Scollay Square and the urban decline of the 1960s, the fact that Firmin is always literally a rat and no Disneyesque depictions of animorphic cartoon characters are evoked.
What left me disappointed: It was far more melancholy than comic; Firmin accomplishes nothing in his life, he just observes; by the end I was bored with it and sped through the last few pages just for it to end.
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