Nom, nom: Eating Crow
A few days back, I penned a post about Special Topics in Calamity Physics. I was 5 discs into the audio book and getting seasick from Marisha Pessl’s ocean of figurative language and obscure references; I found the the novel gimmicky and pretentious. But hard-headed Sicilian that I am, soldiered on, refusing to wave the white flag on this book.
In recent days, Pessl has won a few battles and is gaining ground. I’m still not 100% sure who the victor of this little skirmish will be, but am seriously considering decamping. 12 discs in, I’m hooked on this book!
Tonight after work, I sat in my driveway for 20 minutes listening to the novel’s pivotal camping scene, unable to tear myself from the car. Sure, Pessl’s writing is still tiresome with all the similes, metaphors, and esoteric references, but I’m finally invested in the story, characters, and mystery.
I’m reserving final judgment until the end, but will gamely admit that I prematurely hung Pessl out to dry without listening to enough of the book.
Historically, if I don’t like a book by the fourth or fifth chapter, I don’t hold out too much hope for the rest of the novel. I always finish the books*, but in recent memory have not fallen in love (or even in like) with a book after being irked or disappointed from the outset. Maybe this book will be my exception.
Have you ever prematurely judged a book and ended up feeling differently by the end?
*House of Leaves and The Book Thief are the only two books I’ve ever broken up with but have intentions of completing both one day soon.