Very rarely have I read a book at the end of which I've remained undecided about it being a good/bad read. 'Disgrace' by J.M Coetzee is one of them.
I picked up this book yesterday and there's only one word to describe it - D.A.R.K.
Set in post-apartheid times in South Africa, it's a very powerful book ... well-written, subtle at times and excrutiatingly menacing on occasions. It's a very honest potrayal of life in the real world and I admire the way the author has brilliantly presented the lead character with all his complexities. But it's the overall cheerlessness in the tone of this book that has left me feeling disturbed. And confused.
I picked up this book yesterday and there's only one word to describe it - D.A.R.K.
Set in post-apartheid times in South Africa, it's a very powerful book ... well-written, subtle at times and excrutiatingly menacing on occasions. It's a very honest potrayal of life in the real world and I admire the way the author has brilliantly presented the lead character with all his complexities. But it's the overall cheerlessness in the tone of this book that has left me feeling disturbed. And confused.
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