Stewart O'Nan, and Last Night at the Lobster, seem to be internet favorites of soooo many bloggers I love. So I hope they don't want to kick me in the head when I'm done with this review.
I originally downloaded this little book, only 160 pages, for my #15in30 challenge, but it took me a little while to get around to it. While I was really excited to pick it up, ultimately it didn't pan out for me.
O'Nan, and this little novella, are heralded for exploring the working class and probing the "workaday world seldom seen in contemporary fiction."
Maybe I've just been a member of the working class in the workaday world for too long, and I certainly enjoy a Cheddar Bay biscuit as much as the next average Jolene, but another story of a man in love with his job and a girl he can't have is just not flipping my switch.
Sorry if this seems dismissive, but it is. I'm cranky and unapologetic for not liking this one. It wasn't terrible. It didn't piss me off or anything, but it was beyond ho-hum. Kinda like Richard Russo! He and I don't get on either.
In other news, O'Nan's writing style was fine. It was more the characters and subject matter I didn't give two shits about. I'd try The Odds: A Love Story. It's already on my Goodreads list.
Read a summary of Last Night at the Lobster here.
Pub. Date: November 2007
Source: Bought it!