Suffering For Your Art

Ever read a book review or an article about a book and have almost no idea what the hell the article is supposed to be saying.  I had that reaction to this one about Paul Theroux and his newest book Blinding Light.  I now know a little about the book but didn’t find the article all that enlightening or particularly well-written.  Maybe it’s early.  Maybe I’m tired.  Maybe this book isn’t my thing anyway.  But I prefer not to get my book information with a dose of confusion.

For anyone else trying to follow along, I think the book can be summed up with this paragraph:

And when Steadman takes his drug — a hallucinogenic concoction found on a drug tour into Ecuador’s wilderness — he’s temporarily struck blind yet given a second sight of sorts, a sense of oneness with the world that sparks a variety of sexual shenanigans and creativity. Eventually, he produces a second book. And eventually, the blindness sticks and his world falls apart.

One Response to “Suffering For Your Art”

  1. Karen Scott Says:

    Well that’s about as clear as mud.

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