"Beautiful language, empty characters"
Anthony Powell is playing the long game with this twelve book series - I would be interested to see what becomes of his characters as they go through the second world war. Simon Vance is an excellent narrator - capable of dealing with complex plots and large casts without overemphasis or confusion. I would always consider something he has narrated.
Widmerpool, the gangly awkward and socially inept schoolboy who nevertheless seems to rise and rise in society. Vance gets the tone just right.
It has follow-up books - it is a vast literary work - considered a classic by many, although I find the author's voice so objective and devoid of emotion that it is hard to care about any of the characters.
"A mixed bag"
Where to start with this book. Parts of it were gripping and parts of it were very dull. Some of the language was beautiful and some of the scenes were very funny. Other scenes were interminable and I was waiting for them to be over. Certain characters were great like Stringham and Gypsy Jones, while others, including the narrator, were quite dull. I guess that the ultimate test is will I read or listen to the remaining volumes. On balance, I think I will as I am hooked enough to want to know where this goes next as we hurtle towards WWII.
Although I saw the television adaption years ago I had never read the book. It's First, Second and Third Movements are a sweeping tale of the Twenties, Thirties, Second World War and beyond - those gigantic periods of history not so far away. This epic covers every sort of human condition set against an ever-changing background of social and political life. Simon Vance's narration is a masterpiece making it possible to visualise every scene and character. A truly amazing piece of acting.
I am sorry, but I could not get to the end of this. It was so boring. I found the narrator very irritating with his 'Here is the News' type narration and after about 4 hours, had to stop and listen to something that would at least pique my interest!
"Oh god please get to the point"
Listen, even though I gave up on this book after part 1 I don't want you to think the guy can't write. He can. Really well. He knows his way around the language, it's subtleties and intricacies but why he feels the need to use so much of it to say so little I don't know.
I love wordy writers. Dylan Thomas is one of my favourite poets and I believe language is a thing of limitless possibilities and beauty but a work of prose needs some pace, humour and something to happen at least once every few chapters.
This book takes paragraph after monotone paragraph to describe really very little and I absolutely didn't believe in or care about any of the characters after listening for what felt like months.
Sorry , some say this is a classic but for me it is dull, lifeless, humourless stodge.