I've been putting off writing an entry about John Gardner's Nickel Mountain, because I have so little to say. It's the third novel in the last year I've read that has been set in upstate New York (The Sweet Hereafter and Empire Falls being the others), and is my least favorite of the three. It was written in, I believe, the late 60s, and it shows. The blurbs on the back bill it as a love story, and I found it to be a commentary on evil, with very little love involved. I probably should have just abandoned the book midway through, but I just can't seem to not finish a book I've started. It's a disease.
Posted by waking slow at April 9, 2004 07:18 AM