"Monstrous" is the true story of a young man's coming of age, tracing the author's journey of subtly drifting toward and within a homicidal state before awakening at age twenty-one.
I so much enjoyed this book, despite its difficult moments, and I was very much immersed into Tommy's being. It kept me awake reading into the early hours of the morning until I could finish the book. There were particular moments when I broke into manic giggles, only to be followed by tears (of relief?). Quite a catharsis for me.
I have to admit, it takes some time to get 'into' the character of Tommy, and that doesn't come about until chapter ten or so.
Maybe the reader can't (or isn't allowed
I so much enjoyed this book, despite its difficult moments, and I was very much immersed into Tommy's being. It kept me awake reading into the early hours of the morning until I could finish the book. There were particular moments when I broke into manic giggles, only to be followed by tears (of relief?). Quite a catharsis for me.
I have to admit, it takes some time to get 'into' the character of Tommy, and that doesn't come about until chapter ten or so.
Maybe the reader can't (or isn't allowed to) see behind the idiosyncracies of Tommy's narrative voice for the benefit of perceiving the 'real' protagonist; in other words, to better understand the Tommy in spite of Tommy.
But about one fifth into the book I felt that I was getting closer to where I'm supposed to be, and yes, soon enough I reached the part where Tommy follows the dentist's directions to the letter - that was the first of numerous epiphanies. I laughed both at Tommy and with Tommy - and with myself, of course. It was at that moment when the Tommys became one; I was hearing the voice of the person I was reading about.
Although this is an introspective story, I did get a strong sense of the physical landscape playing a central role, almost equal to that of a sentient character/participant in the narrative.
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