Title: The Magus
Author: John
Fowles
Publisher: Dell
Publish
date: 1985
ISBN: 978 0
440 351 627
Am doing a
review but it’s not a proper one. I couldn’t make it through this book. I don’t
like to give in, but decided while struggling late one night that life is just
too short.
The
language itself is fine. Elegant, considered. All got off to a good start. Then
the protagonist moors up on his island, becomes obsessed with old geezer and
gal in isolated villa, and the pace not so much slows as simply stops. What had
been an interesting portrayal of a flawed character, interacting with other
flawed characters, turns into a tail-spin of self-indulgent repetition. I got
the distinct impression it was going absolutely no-where. I don’t care what the
God Game is. If it repeats itself that much you might as well be stuck in a
hall of mirrors. Had this manuscript come across my desk I would have given it
short shrift, and then calculate the amount of life I’d just wasted getting
nowhere.
One
moose-hoof up out of five, in honour of the elegant language. When it bothers
to do something.
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