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A review by anthofer
Birchwood by John Banville
2.0
I usually have infinite patience for these kind of stream of consciousness, wandering coming of age stories, but he was just (strangely) moving too fast in this narrative for me to grab on to anything. The characterization and imagery are weak so the beautiful sentences just kind of hang there like gems waiting for a setting. I probably won't read his other work now.