Just finished the trifecta of William Gibson's Burning Chrome -- a collection of short stories, James Finemore Cooper's The Last of the Mohicans and Alain Robbe-Grillet's Jealousy.
I read them all at the same time (not simultaneously:). Going from one to the other was easy because of Gibson's short stories and Cooper's relatively short chapters. Finished Gibson first and then started Jealousy while about halfway through LotM.
Gibson's slick tech-fi and Cooper's early American prose contrasted well. Cooper's pacing is more deliberate where Gibson flits from point to point like an exotic acrobat. However, both authors journey from point A to point B in a very linear fashion. Cooper's novel was more fulfilling, but that's hardly surprising considering its greater length and in-depth characterizations. When read in a volume, Gibson's short stories mirror each other to such a point that one is hardly different from the other. So, Burning Chrome turned out to be an unlikely yet somewhat apt precursor to...
The dense and confused "narrative" of Robbe-Grillet. Here, objects are given more import than the characters which surround them. Thus, the characters themselves become objects. Architecture, geography, geometric patterns, and light and shadow become the main players of Jealousy. Passages are repeated and blended, repeated and retold in a slightly different manner. Time is plastic. Still, there is a small amount of resolution. However, that resolution is hardly enough to satisfy the readers who indulge Robbe-Grillet's method/madness. Some hail Robbe-Grillet as a genius while others call him a literary fraud. In Jealousy, I see reason for both.
And I must admit that this latest attempt was at least my third in finishing Jealousy. But I did it, Ma. I did it!
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