Tinkers

Whew, buddy. A lovely book about a father and son and all of the difficulty that comes with familial relationships. It was incredibly wordy and often times became confusing and tedious to read. I had to put it down for a while and pick it back up later to get more energy to finish. Was it the greatest novel ever? No. Did it open my mind to new works, phrases, and styles of writing? Absolutely. I would recommend for readers who want a slow-paced historical novel to read in their spare time.

I have to say [a:Paul Harding's 4371731 Paul Harding https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1328557292p2/4371731.jpg] “[b:Tinkers 4957350 Tinkers Paul Harding https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1364258693l/4957350.SX50.jpg 5023150]” left me feeling unmoved and dissatisfied - like so many other books this year... The novel revolves around an old man named George who is dying from cancer, and the narrative follows his thoughts and memories as he grapples with his mortality. The language used by the author is often ornate and overwrought, which, coupled with the slow pacing of the story, made for a tedious reading experience.The characters lack depth and development, with George being the only character with any discernible personality traits, and even those are underwhelming. The supporting cast feels two-dimensional, failing to contribute anything meaningful to the narrative.The themes of loss, mortality, and the passing of time are not uncommon in literature, but Harding's handling of them is clichéd and trite. Rather than telling a compelling story, the author seems more concerned with showcasing his literary prowess.In conclusion, “Tinkers” is not a book that I would recommend to others. While the themes it explores are important, the execution leaves much to be desired. Two out of five stars.Blog Facebook Twitter Mastodon Instagram Pinterest Medium Matrix TumblrCeterum censeo Putin esse delendam

I picked this book up after seeing on a list of short books with the intention to boost my 2019 count of books read.

There were glimmers of interesting characters here and there, but they were lost in a morass of run-on sentences, likely the product of creative writing class. I fact, that's what most of the book felt like; a product of a creative writing class. By no means am I suggesting that creative classes are not valuable. But there are times that the output is too forced or too precious and that's what I felt when reading “Tinkers.”