Krishna
This is a small book indeed. After reading it, you are really glad that it is small.
The story is about a university professor, who works in the university after a stint in politics with a senator. His wife died four years ago, but in parties they always keep trying to pair him with someone his age who is single. He never is interested. Ho hum so far. You hope it will get better but your hopes are trashed.
The book wanders around his acquaintances and the colleagues and how he goes to find a lady called Flower Cannon to ask a question and finds her, half naked, shaving her pubic hair in front of the whole class with an instructor watching, ostensibly a part of an “art lesson”.
The plot is nonexistent and the story, if there is one, wanders. He meets a fellow professor who talks about his divorce because his wife has run off. He meets Flower Cannon again who seems to enjoy doing nude shows and gets prizes. He finds that his teaching contract is not being renewed.
Does all this look like a coherent story to you? It sounds totally disjointed to me. He falls in love with Flower and chases her to her house, which is an abandoned school. (What?) Learns that her mother was a prostitute. Where is all this going? Weird.
Then she says her name and he gets weird and runs away, but not before breaking the window of an expensive car and getting into a brawl with a bunch of kids. Think it is disjointed enough? Wait. Where does he run to? To war torn middle east as a part of an army unit.
What the hell?
‘And then?’ you ask if at this point you are still awake. Nothing. That is the end of the story.
Nothing makes sense. 1/ 10
– – Krishna (Nov 2018)