Turning over the last page in this novel was nothing short of relief. For more than far too many paragraphs and chapters, the story of Dominic Zagubic lines itself with digressionary poetic. Not a scene would go by in The Beloved Mountain where the narrator would wallow in reflection. The mastery of observation painted with daubs of metaphors and similes drowns out any real story or movement. Times are spent too long in the mere act of looking at things that trigger memories in a mindful manner. Like reading a mirror.
Soon Van - Friday, 27 May 2005 - 06:33
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