Lau wrote:
ixochiyo_yohuallan wrote:
... and why did Lou choose to accept the cure.
I forgot to mention this from earlier. I felt devastated that he made that choice. To me, what he did was unqualified suicide.
I felt the same way. That's why the end of the book made me cry. I wasn't really sure why he did it, but all I knew was, this was a dreadful mistake that could never be undone.
About “Curious incident”: I’m a mostly visual/associative thinker, and that says it all, I guess. This is not my perspective.
It was boring, really - I was part trying to follow that bland, sterile (to me) reasoning, part getting sidetracked by all those details Chris mentions only in passing. My imagination was running rampant picturing those things on his lists, like when he was explaining why he doesn’t like brown and yellow, or him driving his father’s car (what color was it? was the sun shining? were there tiny droplets of dew on it, so that when you were opening the door and touched the handle your fingers got wet?..), or him looking at that slip of paper with the faces on it whenever someone was talking to him. It bothered me that he never described his rat in detail and never mentioned what were its habits, for example, whether it liked to climb under his shirt and sit there, and if it did, how did its warmth feel against his body. I kept wondering what he saw through the train window while he was going to his mother’s. I was constantly distracted from the main storyline (which I thought to be quite flat anyway) by these things, and I had to check myself whenever I started to drift into this endless train of free associations. This is normal for me, it’s just that in this case there was little else for my mind to be working on, and there were next to no descriptions of what things were actually like – how Chris saw them – so I had to try and supply them myself. Coupled with a feeling of being unable to really relate to Chris, it didn’t make for good reading.
But, frankly, I don’t think it’s all about Chris being a logical/sequential thinker. He seems drawn out, schematic as a character – it’s as if the author simply put together various symptoms and traits, in a mechanical way, rather than trying to really create a living person. Most of these traits were taken to an extreme, too (the “objective logic” thing, the coldness, the tendency to compile lists and schemes, etc.) The result was a character who doesn’t look very plausible or realistic, or easy to relate to, to me at least. When I was reading the book, I hardly got a sense that the author really empathized with his character - because it’d be possible only with a character who is quite “rounded”, - and I, as a reader, found it even more difficult.