So I’m starting to think that the pointless aspects of the story are just the style in which it was written.The question is: do we like this style? Or is it too much description and not enough plot?
Liz
I like it. There are parts that are seriously boring, like the description of the family’s first trip to visit the grandparents in Minnesota. But most of the time I’m down. I like the little anecdotes like the story about the old-fashioned coca-cola machine, where you’re reminded of how adventurous, yet nervous you are when you’re a kid. I was a little disappointed in Chapter 8, though, when the narrator reminds us that “My five-year-old self didn’t notice it, but…” I like to see things from only one view and to forget that there is an active narrator who is telling and reflecting on the story. This part reminded me of Little Women where the narrator breaks in to say something about her perspective even though she’s the one telling the story. It pulls me out of the book for a moment. At least in this book we know who the narrator is and it makes sense to hear his outside comments.
Claire
I have pretty mixed feelings about the narrative style. I think the story could have used another once over from an editor who wasn’t afraid to cut the fat. Sometimes it works and the anecdotes are fun little insights into the family’s life and the narrator’s experience of the world around him. But other times the slow, rambling style just feels like an unnecessary drag. There are parts where Chris will describe the games that he’d played, either alone or with his siblings/other children. They just go on and on. I don’t need to read that much description about a bunch of kids playing some game. “I said ‘bang’ and then she said ‘boom’ and I fired at her and said ‘bang’ again and she said ‘boom’ once more and then…” Enough already! It would be one thing if these descriptions of playing cowboys and Indians actually led to something interesting or worthwhile, but they often don’t. I know how kids play. I was a kid once. I’ve seen other children play. I don’t need a word-for-word account of what transpired. It’s that kind of thing that really bugs me. I just keep finding myself reading a passage and then thinking, “And?”
I do like the narrative style for the most part, though. I think Chris is sweet and funny. I like that his retelling of his experiences strikes a good balance between amply descriptive and appropriately childlike. Rarely does he describe something that you just know a 5 year old wouldn’t remember or wouldn’t have noticed. I feel like I’m just waiting for something to actually happen, though. I’m not quite as far along as you are, but still, there just doesn’t feel like much of a point. It’s an enjoyable book to read, but I can’t really put my finger on why the author bothered to write it. I mean, they open up this place that has a ton of dogs and, because it’s Southern Florida, a bunch of people are really racist and you get the story of Chris growing up against this backdrop. It doesn’t really ever comment on what any of this means for Chris, though, and perhaps that’s a failing of the chosen narrative style. I kind of wish that rather than just recounting the experience, including lots of pointless, mundane details, the story was written so that we could get some kind of reflection from Chris upon looking back on this portion of his life.
I don’t know. I’m conflicted. I’m enjoying the book, but I think, if it were me, I would have made some different creative choices.
