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Fortress of Solitude

The Fortress of Solitude - Jonathan Lethem I really, really loved the first 300 pages of this novel. I think that's a common refrain. Lethem manages to capture Brooklyn in the 70s and the way it feels to be a kid. Its as beautiful as the sunsets you remember from being 8 years old. It's a little crazy too - but mostly it's just a terrific, terrific read. Slow burn that builds up and suddenly before you know it you're totally swept away. And then it comes to a crashing, stuttering, 200-page sputter out. The second half of the novel isn't BAD, not really, but it's so disappointing compared to what came before. It's disjoint and messy and doesn't really fit with what came before. Where the first part was harmonically attuned like the most gorgeous chord you've ever heard, this one just sounds like a kid trying to recreate it on a slightly out-of-tune guitar in his garage. It doesn't ruin the novel or anything - but keeps it from perfection, for sure.More at RB: http://wp.me/pGVzJ-qB