Friday, June 08, 2012
There Is No Dog, by Meg Rosoff
In Rosoff's latest novel, she takes a turn to the silly, diving into territory probably most memorably explored by Douglas Adams. Imagining God as a petulant, self-centered, moping boy is an amusing concept, but it's also a joke that wears thin quickly. Rosoff apparently doesn't care much for adolescent boys (and holds them in pretty low esteem). As a result, Bob isn't a very interesting character. He's incapable of growth or depth. Rather, the humor of the story pretty much depends upon his character having no personal growth at all!
It's a literary dead end and thus the story stagnates. To move at all, Rosoff relies upon ever-increasing levels of absurdity, which left me wondering what the point of the story was. What do we really learn from finding out that fish can fly?