Anna Zhao Zhao itibaren Akocak Köyü, 66700 Akocak Köyü/Sorgun/Yozgat, Türkiye itibaren Akocak Köyü, 66700 Akocak Köyü/Sorgun/Yozgat, Türkiye

The Novel That Wasn't Normally, I am sceptical about a book that is suddenly everywhere you go (in planes, trains and automobiles, well taxis), but I was prepared to try this one when it first came out. I felt it was a novel in two distinct parts. I was fascinated by the description of the religious subject-matter for the first two-thirds of the book, right up until it started the down-hill part of the roller-coaster ride. From that moment on, there was no intellectual stimulation in it for me at all. Nothing was fleshed out, everything seemed to have been written to a deadline that had already been missed. It had become a poorly written action novel, no, it was a poorly written treatment for an action film. It might have been poorly written the whole way for all I know, but I was prepared to tolerate the prose style in the first part, because of the subject matter. To this extent, what interested me was the non-fiction content, not the fiction or novel itself. The Novel as the First Product in a Product Cycle No matter what you think of the prose style, the book worked as a commodity. It even worked as a film treatment. The film was made. Success can be forgiving. In the hands of a better author, it could have been a brilliant novel. But that's not the point. It didn't need to be. It was an exercise in economic efficiency.

One of the better books I've read in a long time. Smart, witty, sexy and unrelenting in its prose. Related to many of the streams of life.