I was attracted to this book by the suggestion (on the back cover) that the writing was John Irving-esque. “A dizzy romp” said the New York Times Book Review, which goes on to note the eclectic cast of characters: mysterious ballerina, pro-football player, dead rock star, mad sister, tattoo-covered vegetarian chef, and his transvestite lover. Not to mention the unsolved double-murder and ensuing mystery. Sounded great to me.
And it was—it was lots of fun. Life Among Giants is a great summer read. It will keep you engaged and entertained, even if it doesn’t leave you reflecting on symbols or admiring metaphors. (I’d venture that Irving has more to offer in this regard.) My book group—a bunch of tough critics—gave it two-thumbs up, with one caveat: some folks found the narrator’s jumps from present to past to present a little jarring.
So, pick up this book and head to the beach. (Well, if you live in New England, as I do, be sure to bring a blanket as well…)