La fille d’O
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
—Thomas Pynchon (via larmoyante)
Today I finished Khaled Hosseini’s third novel, And the Mountains Echoed. Being a huge fan of his first two books, I found myself very conflicted by this one. Hosseini undoubtedly has an amazing gift for story telling. He knows how to manipulate the reader, making him well equipped for writing stories that absolutely ruin your life. What I struggled with in reading his newest book is that there was very inconsistent narration. There were unexplained and unorganized time jumps, and too many story lines. While I thought all of the story lines were in-depth and fully developed, I found that I cared more about some than others and wished that they had been devoted larger portions of the book. I also wish that the narration had varied between the nine characters that Hosseini chose to focus on. While I found this to be slightly disappointing, most of the time it didn’t prevent me from becoming thoroughly engaged in the novel. Overall I found And the Mountains Echoed to be deeply moving, but unable to match the long shadow cast by Hosseini’s previous work.
Couldn’t have written a better review myself.