Summer Reading List: Lola Bensky
I have kind of a love-hate relationship with this book. On the one hand, I love the subject matter. On the other hand, I hate the awkward parallel that Brett tries to draw between the trauma of Auschwitz and the trauma of Free Love and drugs in the sixties and seventies. I also hate the detached, monotonous narratorial style of this novel, which almost seems to be first person except that the narrator constantly refers to the protagonist by her full name. Lola Bensky did this, then Lola Bensky did that. The novel also jumps around in time, sometimes in the middle of the paragraph.
Someone tell me why I didn't throw this book aside, please?
2 out of 5 false eyelashes.