So, [insert HUGE *sigh* here] I have finally and I mean FINALLY finished The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger. I never manage to read as much as I’d like to, I set myself monthly reading quotas and I’ll meet them for a while and then every now and again a book comes along that I don’t hate per se but it is a struggle and I have to push through it. A book has to be pretty bad for me not to finish it. I ended up reading two books while reading this one which is essentially unheard of and I don’t really know what it means.
This particular novel has a tiny bit of background on how I came to read it, because I was not going to. My dad picked this as a family book club book, but that meeting never happened. My dad loved the book, my mother hated it. Adam got 118 pages in and I kept getting mad at him because he would not stop laughing and at the time it was still for book club so that sort of behavior was totally unacceptable.
Long story short – meeting is cancelled, Adam rejoices, I decide not to read it. Months pass, maybe a year, this book was released in 2003 after all, but everywhere from every direction, THE INTERNET itself, my book buddies, Facebook, emails, random conversations, somehow some way the book would find me. Mind you, I did only have to look up at my alphabetically organized bookshelves to find it but the damn thing was obviously calling me in the way books sometimes do to ‘read me’.
Thus I begin the five hundred plus page book. The title is a great example of what this book is primarily about we have the time traveler and we have his wife. The time traveler travels and the wife doesn’t. Life is hard and crazy and they are pulled this way and that way and there are emotions and no such thing as normalcy and the characters have to believe and endure a lot of pain and yearning and it starts out really good I’ll give it that. For a first go at writing a novel I do have to say I am extremely impressed by the majority of her writing style. But the thing that first got on my nerves was all of her half formed cultural references, for example, the mention of Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, for no apparent reason except to make the reader feel they are inferior to her if they don’t catch them all and trust me there were MANY. These references are still relevant to the novel but all they are is dropped like they are hot. Also there is a technique we are all familiar with called foreshadowing. I don’t know if she actually believed that she could take it to an entirely new level of let’s just tell the reader EXACTLY what is going to happen and see if they keep reading, or if her idea of foreshadowing is literally that literal.
I almost couldn’t finish it because I was so disappointed. This book had unlimited potential and parts made me feel like it was a five out of five stars novel but all of a sudden the wheels fell off and reading it felt like a chore. It got ridiculous, I couldn’t even feign sadness for the characters, but again this for me stems from the underdevelopment of them. I would have liked to have seen her dig deeper into the traveler’s sexual past and its affect on his wife. I did not hate it; therefore I am giving it a three.
