The Last Jew

I'm reading The Last Jew by Yoram Kaniuk at the moment and it is the most frustrating read of my life. And I'm only on page nineteen.

Boaz has lost his memory and the disjointed, heavy narrative reflects this and evokes the frustration within you that Boaz must be experiencing. Whilst clever, I am trying really hard to give this book a chance. I gave up earlier with 1984. I often find myself having to retrace his steps and go back three pages to understand what I'm reading, again reflecting Boaz's loss of memory.

The narrative harks of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time with its anal detailing and fast pace. But whilst frustrating, this is, I suppose, what makes Yoram Kaniuk a great writer and the fact that he is able to evoke such a strong emotion from me, and believe me it is a strong emotion, only stands at testament to his intelligent structure and narrative flair.

I'll keep updating...if I can stop blogging/procrastinating enough to read another nineteen pages.