Saturday, 7 May 2011
Bex's Bookshelves: Started Early, Took My Dog, by Kate Atkinson
Contrived. Ridiculous. Hackneyed. And I could feel her grinding away to be funny. I don't want to see someone trying to be funny. I just want to laugh.
The critics loved it. Maybe I am an idiot.
The one thing I did like was the poem by Emily Dickinson at the end. So I shall quote that rather than wasting time on Atkinson's "Get me, and my witty and unusual turn of phrase" prose.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.