gave up about half way through; then I ordered the audio version from the library and slogged through about 11 of the sixteen disks before I left it for dead*. The endless letters and newspaper articles and journal entries are just such a lame way to tell a story. I don't understand why authors use this style? It feels contrived, like fictional dream sequences. It did receive favorable reviews, though, and most people I talk to really liked it, so it's probably just a quirk of mine that a book like this feels flat. Oh well.
I can't say I disliked it entirely, though. Harrison Shepherd was a likable fellow and he attracted some other quirky, likable characters too. Frida Khalo and Diego Rivera of course, and Violet Brown, the meek but whip-smart 'biographer' who puts all of his writing together to form this book. His prowess in the kitchen, too, gave me no end of delight with all those delectable Mexican dishes so lovingly described. I even tracked down a recipe for pan dulce! And, really, I'd like to get my hands on an authentic Mexican cookbook to put together some of the more intricate sounding meals. Yes, I'd have to file The Lacuna into my It-Was-Okay-But-Not-Really-My-Style category and leave it at that. I have the rest of the audiobook on my ipod and will probably finish it at some time, but right now, I'm sorry to say, I've hit the wall.**
** (July 22) I have now finished it, all sixteen discs, and have to say I really liked the ending. The rest, though, I just found to be such an unnecessarily circuitous way to tell a story.
2 out of 5 stars