If I hadn't been stuck in the car for 9 hours without nothing else to listen to, I would have given up on this in the first 25 pages. What absolute boring crap! I made it to page 113 before I stopped it and just listened to the wind blowing through the car. I didn't know whether to scream in frustration or throw the cassettes out the window.
Middlesex is supposed to be about an hermaphrodite but before you can get to his/her story, you first have to get through his/her grandparents incestuous beginnings, the war between the Turks and the Greeks, the ocean voyage to America (with the grandparents having sex all the time), the lies to get through Ellis Island, the train ride from NYC to Detroit, the God awful boring description of Lefty's job at the Ford Auto plant (which went into such minute detail that I could probably build a car myself!). Or what about the people from Ford that actually came to Lefty's house and inspected everything including the linens, the kitchen garbage, what was being cooked for dinner (you know garlic gives you indigestion!), the toilets and even how Lefty brushed his teeth. Even if this absurdity truly happened, was it really necessary for the author to go into so much detail or that the reader know this much about Lefty's job? When he/she started describing the grandmothers pregnancy week by week, I ripped the cassette right out of the player and chucked it into the back of my suv. Maybe some day I'll actually find it again so I can throw it in the garbage...exactly where it belongs.
This is probably the worst book I've read in longer than I can recall. I've had this book on my shelf for a while and now I know why it took my so long to pick it up. Geez, how can anyone stand to read this crap? Give me a good ole mystery or a romance any day.
Middlesex is supposed to be about an hermaphrodite but before you can get to his/her story, you first have to get through his/her grandparents incestuous beginnings, the war between the Turks and the Greeks, the ocean voyage to America (with the grandparents having sex all the time), the lies to get through Ellis Island, the train ride from NYC to Detroit, the God awful boring description of Lefty's job at the Ford Auto plant (which went into such minute detail that I could probably build a car myself!). Or what about the people from Ford that actually came to Lefty's house and inspected everything including the linens, the kitchen garbage, what was being cooked for dinner (you know garlic gives you indigestion!), the toilets and even how Lefty brushed his teeth. Even if this absurdity truly happened, was it really necessary for the author to go into so much detail or that the reader know this much about Lefty's job? When he/she started describing the grandmothers pregnancy week by week, I ripped the cassette right out of the player and chucked it into the back of my suv. Maybe some day I'll actually find it again so I can throw it in the garbage...exactly where it belongs.
This is probably the worst book I've read in longer than I can recall. I've had this book on my shelf for a while and now I know why it took my so long to pick it up. Geez, how can anyone stand to read this crap? Give me a good ole mystery or a romance any day.
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