Gone Girl - A Book Review
Where to begin with this epic saga that drags you by hair roots through a mercurial tale of marriage turned toxic...
As a literature lover, I spot an Atwood-obsessed when I see one and Gillian Flynn loves a bit of Atwood. From the very genesis of the novel, one can explicitly see the inspiration, 'My eyes flipped open at exactly six a.m. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink towards consciousness. The awakening was mechanical. A spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids'. This Atwoodian notion of taking a simple idea, motion or thought and running away with it, something that could fit in a sentence becomes a page, is explored throughout the thriller. Thus, I can only point out that if you are a lover of the Canadian creator of The Handmaids Tale, then you will DEVOUR Gone Girl!
The complexity of the novel gripped me, my feelings waxed and waned towards Nick and Amy simultaneously, at times I sympathised with Nick, whilst condemning the seemingly sweet Amy, and then Flynn has the incredible ability to switch the entire tone so I feel guilty for liking Nick and warm to Amy. It takes a true connoisseur of the written word to weaken and interrogate a reader in the way Flynn does: I recognised heinous qualities of my own character in Amy and Nick, and I actually grew resentful towards Gillian Flynn for exposing the true odium of my person.
Moreover, heavy description is made relevant within the novel, perhaps due to its significance as a murder case, Flynn doesn't leave much to the imagination, every detail, however peripheral, is made utterly pertinent and you feel yourself involuntarily trying to solve the puzzle. Everything from scents, to taste is described in minute detail and yet still Flynn can still keep you completely in the dark about the true nature of the crime and one does not expect the magnificent twist midway through the book.
And then there's the Cool Girl monologue, one of the greatest pieces of recent literature I believe, it's so brutally honest and unforgiving, it not only makes myself as a female uncomfortable but breathtakingly sad at the true depth of this feminist issue.
Critics shriek for you to read it now, it's that good! And I absolutely agree, this masterpiece of the modern-day really should not gather dust. Give it the gratification it deserves, for Gods sake!!! You will not and can not put it down, you grow into it like ivy on a brick wall. It unknowingly becomes an extension of yourself, this beautiful work of detailed litany, expressive descriptions, beautiful imagery and the overflow of pop culture! It is work of marital disaster! It is a work of genius!
As a literature lover, I spot an Atwood-obsessed when I see one and Gillian Flynn loves a bit of Atwood. From the very genesis of the novel, one can explicitly see the inspiration, 'My eyes flipped open at exactly six a.m. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink towards consciousness. The awakening was mechanical. A spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids'. This Atwoodian notion of taking a simple idea, motion or thought and running away with it, something that could fit in a sentence becomes a page, is explored throughout the thriller. Thus, I can only point out that if you are a lover of the Canadian creator of The Handmaids Tale, then you will DEVOUR Gone Girl!
The complexity of the novel gripped me, my feelings waxed and waned towards Nick and Amy simultaneously, at times I sympathised with Nick, whilst condemning the seemingly sweet Amy, and then Flynn has the incredible ability to switch the entire tone so I feel guilty for liking Nick and warm to Amy. It takes a true connoisseur of the written word to weaken and interrogate a reader in the way Flynn does: I recognised heinous qualities of my own character in Amy and Nick, and I actually grew resentful towards Gillian Flynn for exposing the true odium of my person.
Moreover, heavy description is made relevant within the novel, perhaps due to its significance as a murder case, Flynn doesn't leave much to the imagination, every detail, however peripheral, is made utterly pertinent and you feel yourself involuntarily trying to solve the puzzle. Everything from scents, to taste is described in minute detail and yet still Flynn can still keep you completely in the dark about the true nature of the crime and one does not expect the magnificent twist midway through the book.
And then there's the Cool Girl monologue, one of the greatest pieces of recent literature I believe, it's so brutally honest and unforgiving, it not only makes myself as a female uncomfortable but breathtakingly sad at the true depth of this feminist issue.
Critics shriek for you to read it now, it's that good! And I absolutely agree, this masterpiece of the modern-day really should not gather dust. Give it the gratification it deserves, for Gods sake!!! You will not and can not put it down, you grow into it like ivy on a brick wall. It unknowingly becomes an extension of yourself, this beautiful work of detailed litany, expressive descriptions, beautiful imagery and the overflow of pop culture! It is work of marital disaster! It is a work of genius!
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