Finished ‘The Collector’ just now and where fifty pages ago there was this magic and creation and beauty in the world was just sucked out by mind numbing insanity in the guise of The-Least-Interesting-Man-In-The-World.
Literally beautiful fantastic dialogue mixed with head bangingly annoying reactions from the kidnapper.
Imagine a young beautiful forward thinking philosophical and incredibly talented artist contrasted with a corrosively bland and out of date hobbyist bent on doing nothing for the rest of ever.
Thanks Fowels.
