To be honest, I don’t have a lot to say about this book. I liked the end and I liked a bit in the middle of the story, apart from that – man am I glad The Graduate by Charles Webb was only a small book.
Obviously I wasn’t around in the sixties so I don’t know what it was like – the review quote on the front of the book says the story captured the era well (or something like that) – but to me the characters seemed quite pathetic and whether that’s the ‘era’ or the writing, I don’t know.
Names are completely overused in this. The characters say each others names at least every other sentence which is tedious (I can follow who’s talking, I don’t need to be reminded every two seconds) and as I say, the characters were pathetic and didn’t have any real substance for me. Is that the point of the book? To show that none of us have any real substance? I don’t know. Maybe I’ve missed something. Then again, maybe I haven’t.
I’d still like to see the film version just for comparison but I’m not holding out much hope.
I’d be really interested to hear what you have to say about this one. Have you read it? What was your take on it?
On with the next one which will be The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson.