Friday, December 22, 2017
Turtles All the Way Down, by John Green
John Green can be very good, but when he misses, he misses big time. I found this particular book to be aimless, aiming for deep meaning but mostly ending in navel gazing. The title itself is a reference to a pretty meaningless analogy about the meaning of life. The whole book is like that. And the characters are pretty flat. Daisy and Aza have some interesting sparks and their friendship is the best part of the book, but nothing really develops from their arguments. The romances just peter out (let's say that Green's strength is not in the romantic literature department). And the key strength of a Green novel -- humor -- is strangely absent in this largely earnest novel.