The ML100 continues to depress! William Kennedy’s “Ironweed” tells the story of Francis Phelan, a homeless man who has been almost entirely consumed by guilt. Ultimately, it’s a story about redemption, but the reader has to slog through quite a lot of sadness and destruction (and ghosts) to get to it. There wouldn’t really be a story at all without that slogging, though, so I suppose that was the whole point. I wasn’t deeply touched by the story, but it wasn’t bad.
I’m still trying to work out on what merits the Modern Library chose their Top 100. So far, it seems to be closed-off characters and a heavy dose of long, rambling internal monologues.
I say, a good story is one that is interesting, makes you happy, and ends with a nice finish. Who is it who decides what’s Good Literature anyway? Give me Maeve Binchey or Debra Macomber over some depression era gloom-monger any day.
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I loved “Ironweed”. But then it’s been several years since I read it and I was a bit more depressive back then…
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