Decent book. The story is a bit slow moving and the plot lacks some meaning as you don't fully feel for the characters and feel the drive the characters have and why they do what they do.
It's the writing style and the subject matter that get to me more than the plot does. The plot is actually...I don't want to say incidental but you could probably quite easily swap out these two main characters for other people and it would just as well. We are not dealing with a sympathetic environment or sympathetic characters here. We can feel sympathy for their situation, and what that has done to make them who and want they are, but it's hard to engage with them. You end up as detached as you do attached.
There's a lot to talk about with this book and that's for sure.
The author made his characters very real. The whole book was gripping- a real look into another culture.
Bassam and George are best friends in Beirut in the 70s where the war is going on. They are just coming of age and have lost a parent or loved one. Follow each of them as they make their decisions on how they will survive through the war and make their mark in their world. Not all is what it seems. The writing is a poetic at times with how things are explained - but inner demons cast everyone as themselves.
This is an eye-opening account of the civil war in Beirut and what it takes to survive in such a setting. Rawi's writing style with short, aggressive sentences made the violence jump off the page.
This book is disorienting, disturbing, haunting and compelling both in plot and character development. It is richly deserving of its IMPAC recognition and other critical acclaim.
The true face of war is described in great detail in this story of two childhood friends that get caught up in the brutality of their reality. A reality that is played out on our television screens every evening without fail. In the words of the author from pages 232-233: Treacherous rivers that wash you and leave you naked and cold. It was our choice, we each spun our own gun barrels, we each had four chances out of five. We all acted out of our own convictions, and out of passion. Reason is a useless fiction.
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